Sometimes it feels like this life is going by so fast that I actually have to stop and take deeps breaths and close my eyes because I feel dizzy from the speed of it all. It's overwhelming. It literally takes my breath away.
Life never moved as fast as it does now, now that there are tiny people involved.
I'm sure you agree.
I was thinking the other day, as I drove home from a long day at work and was racking my brain as to what we would eat for dinner, about when it was just Rob and I. When sometimes our idea of dinner was a huge loaf of fresh french bread, you know the ones that they put out at 5:00 pm in the grocery store? We would light a fire in the tiny family room of our little yellow house and eat an entire loaf of bread, dipped in balsamic and olive oil, for dinner. OMG, yum.
How times have changed. Because, apparently, you cannot feed two small people a load of bread for dinner. Shocking? I know. Now we need a meat, a veggie a starch, a nice well rounded meal. Unfortunately, for my children, they have a more specific idea of a meal that is a chicken, a broccoli an a rice or...only pasta with butter. That's about it. Anything else ensures that I will spend my dinner pleading and threatening anything and everything to try and get them to try it.
"Four bites, just four. "
"How about three mommy? PHHUULLLEAASE THREE?"
"FOUR, OMG Rob the baby is smearing it in her hair. Lucy, FOUR. Zoe stop throwing the potatoes at the dog. Lucy sit down do not go under the table. Why are you crying? Four is only one more than three..."
You know what? I like chicken and rice with broccoli. But, every single night? It's a little ...redundant. And, for goodness sakes, why will they not eat a thing out of a damn crockpot?
Sometimes I long to just skip dinner, have some bread and oil and sit down after a long day. But, as I was driving home and thinking about it, not really wistfully, just thinking. I also thought about the fact that someday, in the not so far off future, there will be a time where a considerably older couple can still go and eat a load of bread with balsamic for dinner. Of course, by that time, we'll be older and more responsible that our young and reckless bread eating days, but regardless of what we're eating we'll probably laugh about the days when we had insanely noisy dinners of chicken and rice, where the baby would constantly throw the rice on top of the dog, who was valiantly trying to clean up after her. Where Lucy would chatter in my ear incessantly about her day and what she was going to eat for dessert and if we could pretty please watch Incredibles after dinner with popcorn, please please I'll eat all my dinner I promise. I know I'll wish for these days. I know it. I feel like they're slipping through my fingers, and I'm trying to hold on.
Can you possibly wrap your head around how BIG they are?
"Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by."
-Carl Sandburg
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