No matter how many children you have it’s curious how the addition or subtraction of one alters, usually in a positive way, the rhythm of the day. It’s strange.
Are we creatures of habit that get stuck in an assumptive, stressed and negative routine, which, by the slightest of adjustment, become pleasantly surprised? Does the one create peace because there’s more or less stimulation? What is it?
Is it change that makes the difference?
In any event, I like it. I welcome any semblance of calm.
Then the calm turns into worry and the rightful number needs to be returned and everyone and everything back to their places. How long before the need for what’s ordinary?
It’s like vacations. Great for a frozen moment, then internal screams prompt a 180.
I like having my 3 teens right there with me. Mom, Dad, 1, 2, and 3.
Oh, it drives me crazy, too, and I love it!
I am going to miss these days.