Sometimes I wish life was simple again.
When I would spread the cleaning out to 5 days, even though it could all be easily done in 1 day.
When I took all day to make awesome dinners, instead of, oh my heck it's 7:00, dinner?, did I make dinner???
Laundry was done, folded and put away in one day, instead of days later wondering where all the clothes are that I know I washed? oh wait, they are still IN the washer.
Yummy baby smell was in abundance because we actually put lotion on, instead of "let me smell your hair, how many days since it's actually been washed? Three, o.k. you can go for one more before it's going to be offensive."
Actually going to the mall to walk around because there wasn't anything else to do. Instead of "o.k. kids, we have to just get ONE thing, only one. I need everyone to not cry, not fight, not run away, and time me because this is going to be the fastest trip into the mall that anyone has every seen."
Spending every night together, dinner, movies, talking, laughing, instead, "we're two ships that pass in the night, we both smile and we say it's alright. We're still here. It's just that we're out of sight. Like those ships that pass in the night."
When I actually volunteered for stuff because it seemed fun, instead of feeling guilty for all the stuff I don't have time to volunteer for.
When my biggest noise complaint was my crazy washer, used once a week. Instead of the amazingly high decibles that come from my children's vocal chords, every day, oh so many times each day.
But you know, where much is given, much is required. I guess it is better that life is a lot more complicated, because if it were simpler, I would be missing out on some really great stuff.
