I've always had this image that I would have a busy household but I would love every minute of it. Now that that image is slowly becoming a reality, I realize that it isn't always enjoyable in the moment.
I can't help but think about a few months ago. I had come home to a house turned upside down. The dog had cut her foot and who knows what outside and B was trying to get J down for bed. We spent 3 hours trying to get her cleaned up all while trying to keep J asleep. After things settled down, we headed to bed and basked in the silence. A tiny crunching sound started up from the hallway. I was worried we were hearing a mouse and then suddenly remembered that I forgot to get cat food on the way home and we decided to feed him Captain Crunch instead. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life.
So yes, while having a 2 year old is crazy difficult and the silence of an empty house is music to my ears, I couldn't imagine being happier any other way. I've had a few nights alone and I'm over being alone with my thoughts. I can't wait to have my boys back tomorrow. This is where we all belong.
Can we go back to this size?