The crazy world of parenting
I have three boys. Now it is a well known fact that boys are loud. Boys are busy. Boys shout rather than talk. They run rather than walk. The fight of the enemy rather than play quietly. Is a boy thing that. Not good or bad. Just the way boys are.
I have three of those. Busy. Loud. Running. Shouting. Enemy fighting. Boys.
I love these little guys to bits. Absolutely bits.
Even when I want to duct tape them to a wall
When we are at home and they have the freedom to run and do their thing they
don’t drive me insane will keep themselves busy and I mostly don’t need to keep them from killing each other intervene. They are really good friends and probably get along better than most friends do and definitely better than most brothers do. I don’t feel as though I need earplugs and I feel our home is safe from being broken down.
However. Add any adult to this picture and there is chaos. I mean literally chaos. Shouting to the extreme. Hitting. Running into people. Tantrums. Acting completely out of the ordinary. It sounds like the tower of Babel just worse. C.H.A.O.S. I feel overwhelmed by all the noise. If I could find a cave I would hide in there until things return to normal.
I don’t get it. Here I am. Lying on my bed. It is quiet. Peaceful. I can even hear the birds chirping. I promise you if someone had to stop here now the chaos would return.
I am sure that when my brother and SIL leave our house they are seriously wonder how we keep sane. We do though….as sanity returns when it’s just us five.
Last night after the rugby and everyone had left, we all got onto the bed. We were reading and talking and it was just so relaxing. It’s like yin and yang.