Flowers and romance? Chocolates perhaps?
But probably NOT screaming and tripping and children's nighttime kicks-in-the-spine and vacuums, rainstorms and injuries, right?
Then you're not envisioning what our 9th anniversary has involved...
Before the light of dawn had peeked its bright head through the broken slat in our bedroom blinds Hubby was up, kissing me goodbye, and whispering "Happy Anniversary". Two minutes beforehand our son had crawled in and spooned his overheated carcass into mine and two minutes later our overheated daughter weaseled her way into the other side...Hubby's vacancy not vacant for long.
Normally our children are up around 7...not today. They were in the middle of a full-out conversation, shouting over my fatigued body, about what they could have for breakfast and when they should wake me up (because I wasn't ALREADY awake) and other a.m. plans.
Swimming lessons, a brief rainstorm, the arrival of another child to be babysat, trampoline injuries, screeching arguments over who was going to play what with whom, and lunch prepared.
Surely, I sighed in my head (and likely a lingering audible sigh as well), some sanity may result from Hubby's short-but-sweet midday meal.
He was late. Food was cold. Crumbs littered our "romantic" lunch and the children who had asked to be excused (okay, they didn't ask, they simply got up and left) suddenly started shouting about a broken wii remote. Hubby went to fix it and so I elected to finish vacuuming the baseboards (so I could put the extremely slippery, trippable thirty foot long hose away before yet another individual...mainly me...fell flat on their face again).
Just as I made an interesting discovery in the bathroom...Child screamed, ran to the top of the stairs begging for immediate assistance. (Turns out that another watery bout of stool had littered underpants and yes, no more need be said...)
Discovery? The other child had had an "accident" (an odd dare by a friend...arggg...) and had...oh, how gross is this? She had had a bowel movement in the lidded stepstool (no pun intended)'s "secret compartment" and when I decided to do my annual wipeout of its dust...voila! It was uncovered.
Child shrieked and bawled as she emptied it into the toilet. My eyes rolled, in disbelief and frustration. And hubby headed back for the rest of his workday.
I had to laugh. Silently, at first, and then out loud (to the confusion of the kids around me).
Because really what could be more romantic than a husband that continually chooses to come home to THIS? To this chaos and crazy-ness from his wife and kids? And who chooses to love me, even when it might feel like an unbearable saddle that needs to be heisted and chucked into the back of the stable? And who chooses to laugh with me in the midst of the everyday joy around us (even when that joy feels a bit joy-less).
Ah, romance and chocolates and flowers. And chaos. Gotta love it.
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