Trying to sort and match socks and fold clothes with a needy golden retriever, an 11-month old and a 4 year old who hates being alone in a room by herself, makes an interesting day. (Jake was playing Legos and was lost in his world.) At one point Chewy had to lay his head in my lap, Michaela was pretending to be the sock monster and socks balls were airborne, all my neat little clothes piles were being toppled over by Emily Godzilla. At first I tried to stop it all. Push Chewy away and tell him to go lay elsewhere. Tell Michaela we could play later and then just try to corral Emily into a corner with toys. But then I just had to smile. These days will be gone soon. And I am sure I will miss them when the house is too quiet and Chewy is too old to care where he rests his head. We got out the camera, and Michaela wanted to snap photos. Some days I hate my job and wonder why I ever dreamed that all I ever really wanted to be was a wife and mother, and then most other days are like today--my kids warm my heart, the thought of kissing my husband when he walks in the door curls my toes and Chewy's ever unconditional love boosts my spirits. And then I remember, I am living my dream. I pray I never forget that for too long.
Michaela using the camera.
She didn't do too bad with this one.
Michaela the sock monster!
Where Chewy had to be while I folded clothes.
