Chaos is way more fun

Today felt like my life is back in routine. Wake up, get dog out, make coffee, get lunches, wake girls.... on and on. Soon its 9:05 and I already have accomplished so many little things. Just everyday stuff that we all do as parents to get kids to class. We really don’t want them to live at home for the rest of their lives. I often wonder when the girls are all moved away what my life will look like? I know that I will have clean bathrooms, full fridge of food and no finger prints on my walls. The house will be empty, quiet and lonely. Maybe hearing loss in seniors is a result of not wanting to hear that they are no longer surrounded by family. I keep trying to remind myself that there will be a day that I will miss the school bags at the front door, the wrappers stuck in the chairs, and the screaming girls. When its “witching dinner hour” and we are all tired and hungry, I take a moment to dream. I think about what quiet would be like. Makes me sad. Quiet is over rated, chaos is way more fun.