"Maybe you could go get dressed..."
"Maybe YOU could go get dressed" she giggled.
Then Miss Sassypants set her chin on my shoulder so she could see what I was reading without enduring the extra effort of holding up her own torso.
"Hey, I AM dressed!" Pointing out the obvious is my favorite hobby.
"Cheater. You wore that yesterday and then slept in it."
"That's how I roll, girl. Learn the ways of the time-savin' mastah."
Meanwhile my eldest eats her leftover enchiladas with one hand while reading a book on the ipod with the other. It's not your typical lunch. It's not your typical day. Most of us are still in our pajamas. Recovering from a house full of sickies is not walk in the park.
Except maybe for us it sort of is.
What I mean is that despite the busy and the mess and the arguing and the miscommunication and the barfing and the grossness, for the most part it's just really nice to be a part of this family. We really just enjoy each other. There is an ache we feel when anyone isn't home. It is fluid and right. So even when it's been the worst, being together is still the best.
When Lizzy had set her chin on my shoulder, I was reading this heart wrenching story of the unexpected challenges of special needs adoption without proper support. I tried to imagine the pain of continuous upheaval in a family's life. I tried to imagine what it would be like to never have peace. Sometimes there are moments of that here. Just moments. And they are so exhausting I have to pray for the grace to survive them and keep trucking on the other side. I truly cannot imagine what it would be to live in the bad moments almost exclusively. To have stress be the default setting in the home. I can't do it.
My husband fries eggs and warms tortillas for everyone else. No one bothers to set the table. Lizzy mentions making garlic bread later. Tommy talks about working on the harp. The baby naps in her crib.
Maybe I'll curl up on the couch later and finish reading Sherlock Holmes. If I can ever manage to get my ipod back.
I am grateful for this life.