Remember…

kids

image via Kaley Ann

I’ve been doing a lot of this lately. I’ve been getting my work done but mostly reading stories, having dance parties in the living room, going to swim class, sorting shapes, and stacking cups. This blog is getting a little neglected (don’t worry, I have a bunch of posts in the works!), but at the end of the day, all I really care about is the time spent with my family. I’ve never been so acutely aware of how short a period of time 18 years is. I mean, I keep thinking about how 9/11 was 14 years ago and it feels like it was just last year. In that short a period of time, Emma’s going to be 15. It makes me so sad sometimes that I’ve actually started crying. Crying real tears because my 1 year old and 3 month old are going to be going off to college any day now. Which sounds crazy I’m sure unless you’re a parent. And then sometimes well-intentioned strangers (I’m looking at you exterminator guy from last week) will say something like “it’s only 18 years and then you’ll get the house back to yourselves and can go on trips and do all the things you want… blahblahblah” and I’m like “Are you insane?? What are you talking about??!!!” This is the only thing I want. I’ve been on trips. I don’t want the house “back”. I want to freeze time and remember every little tiny detail of every single day. I’m reminded of a great parenting quote “You’re raising a human being, not managing an inconvenience.” I think I’ve gotten off track. The point is, I have this very strong sense that I’m currently living in the best years of my life and I’m just doing everything I can to soak it all in. And I know I’m not blogging much, but, you know, #sorrynotsorry xo