Chaos

When you have kids Chaos is just part of the norm. It's taken me a long time to get used to it. Now I'm working on the next level, enjoying it. It seems almost insane to say that I'm trying to enjoy Chaos, because it's like saying you want to enjoy a tornado, but for me this is something I know I have in me to do. I know there is an adventuresome spirit inside me that loves the craziness of a full life. The problem is my life is so full, it's spilling over the edges. For example yesterday morning: Husband was in the bedroom doing a work out video. The bedroom door was open and he was also periodically running throughout the house to use a pull up bar he had attached to the kitchen door frame, as well as a chair he was using in the hallway (don't ask). This video lasted for an hour and a half. We would occasionally see sweaty Husband bypass us in the hallway grunting while doing push ups or hanging from the kitchen doorway doing pull ups. While this was happening 3 year old was crawling around on hands and knees with a dog toy in his mouth pretending to be a puppy. Simultaneously to all this, our actual 80 pound puppy is running back and forth from the back patio into the house with a gallop and speed of a dressage horse. I do my rounds while I tidy up, checking on all the males in my home in their personal realms of Chaos when I realize that the dog has not only found the neighbors doormat to shred into pieces, but has also pushed their front door open and is about to wander inside when I catch him. This is the type of Chaos I'm talking about. 

Now something I've realized in this learning process is that it never lasts too long. My tolerance is still not high enough yet to outlast the Chaos, but I'm working on it. Knowing when to hold em, fold em, or walk away has been optimal to the learning process. It all kind of comes in waves, and if you can just hang on, eventually you will be lifted up and out to dry land. Like right now for instance; I'm happily typing away on our new lap top, while the dog is laying in a sunny spot on the patio, 3 year old is in his room playing by himself and Husband is doing laundry. So there is beauty in all of this, it's just about having the patience to get there. Phew, and I'll tell ya-I'm not sure I'm gonna make it, but at least I'm trying.