Mondays at my house start somewhere between, “Where were we supposed to be ten minutes ago?” and “No, you can’t have cookies for breakfast.”
As a mom of four amazing kids (Yes, I’m biased), I’m constantly trying to remember where I’m supposed to be next, if I have enough cash on hand for the twenty different things my kids need to pay for that day, and whether I put my shirt on right side out that morning.
Sad, but true.
Maybe you’ve been there. Chaos has a way of swallowing us whole and churning our day into a anxiety ridden experience of roller coaster ups and downs.
I just love when Francesca Battistelli comes on the radio and I just know she has walked in my shoes.
Searching for my keys, check. Missing phone, check. Yep. I relate to this song as if I wrote it when no one was looking.
I wouldn’t change the adventures I have with my family, but it sure helps to know that I am not alone in my experiences. Even when I reach a point where I am not sure if I will be sane five minutes later, I still wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Crazy right? Probably. Somehow I have to find a way to manage the chaos without a straight jacket.
In the middle of it all, I might be sitting in my minivan or waiting at an appointment when the perfect Johnny Diaz song comes on:
Somehow I forget to breath in the middle of the chaos. If I could just loop this song through my head all day long, I would probably find life less chaotic.
Did you breathe today?