The last few days have consisted of cooking, cleaning, helping my brother figure out what to do with his semi-broken down truck, homework, enforcing rules with my little one, haircuts, laundry, errand running, meal planning, scheduling school activities into my already hectic schedule, and working. I snagged a few minutes to try and finish this little 300 page book I’ve been trying to read for a month, and a nap, because truth be told, this momma is exhausted. While on my scheduled two day company holiday I ran through as much gas in my vehicle as I normally run through in a weeks time. My feet still hurt from all the walking. I seriously don’t get a break.
Except.
Except for all the fulfillment I get from my life.
I am on the go from sun up to sun down, and actually it’s more like before the sun comes up until well after the sun goes down.
But good Lord is there a lot of laughter in my life.
A perfect example is of Matt. Matt’s voice decided it was going to catch up with the rest of his crazy body and start to change. Cracking and deep at some moments and mouse like at others. JD, his younger brother from his dad, called Matt’s deep voice his ‘dark voice.’ And so I started calling Matt Batman, and mostly Matt played along and accepted the nickname with good humor. “Mom, can I have a hug?” “Of course, Batman!” that time he just shook his head and walked away. But later in the evening he found me reading in my room, finally content enough with my to do list to relax. He laid down in bed next to me and said, “Mom, if I’m Batman, why aren’t my parents dead?”
“Matt!”
“What? It’s just an honest question cause Batman’ s parents are dead ya know.”
“Still.”
“And I mean, where are my millions?”
“Now, that is a good question,” I replied. “Let me know when you find them.”
“Well it wouldn’t benefit you cause if I’m Batman and I have millions then my parents are dead, remember?”
“Well, shit.”
“And! Why isn’t Morgan Freeman reading me bedtime stories?!”
That was it. I lost it. He’s too damn funny for his own damn good.
And then there’s that picture of Chase. In case you’re wondering, he’s an elephant and interrupted me cleaning the bathroom to show me.
So yes, my life is fucking insane. But I get to have conversations like this regularly, and have moments like this regularly, and I am blessed to be able to have two children and a brother as awesome as mine. And I’ll do anything to repay the gift of laughter that they give me each and every day.
So, This is Real Life 