There is not a lot going on today, and yet, at the same time there is. Coordinated Chaos is all around me, as I get the boys dressed for the day, eventually get them outside to play, or rush to find a potty for my toddler when he HAS.TO.GO.NOW.
It's what motherhood and parenting is all about. The Chaos, the Craziness, and the vast joy that comes from surrendering to the silly giggle requests to "Make the googy gloppy face again!", instead of worryig about the never ending pile of "to-dos".
I've debated a lot lately about when the time might be right to try for a third child, and selfishly, if I think too much about it, I start counting how long it will be before I fianlly "get a real job". Or when Bill and I will have two full paychecks coming.
I think about how long it will be, if we were lucky enough to get pregnant now, before we can take the kids to Disney World and have everyone old enough to enjoy it. How long it will be before a trip to see my parents (5 hours from our NC home) might not involve screams and cries and tons of dirty diapers but instead focus on road trip games.
I think about how adding another baby will delay reaching all these things by a good three years. And I think how if we have another, perhaps we should also try for a fourth and try to avoid "the middle" for JR. That will make it almost 6 years....
But then, in the midst of my more self centered thinking, my "baby" starts walking across the room all by himself to reach a toy, while his big brother plays cars with him. And for once they are ignoring me, as I sit quietly and watch them hug and giggle and play.
So, I forget all the thinking I had been doing and quickly switch gears to what the best layout will be for adding that third carseat to the van, where exactly I packed my maternity clothes, and how cute matching bedding for the boys' bedroom would be, cause, you know, I think I'm going to be needing that nursury for baby number 3.....