Column: Finding peace among chaos

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Our plans for Thanksgiving were in the air until the fairly last minute. We had made plans to travel that changed to staying home. We have hosted the past few years, really since moving to Fishers. We finally had space that would accommodate the family and with a growing family, packing up two rowdy boys and heading out of town is a feat unto itself. Who knew a four-hour drive could easily turn into seven hours of rest stops, food breaks and more “keep your hands to yourself” than I care to remember accurately? I have learned that getting to and from the destination requires a separate vacation.

Knowing we would be here for Thanksgiving meant four days of late nights, sleeping in, falling asleep on the couch after turkey, attempted potty training for the youngest (disaster ensued) and pajama days. I love these long weekends!

While we are a mostly structured household, this past weekend was gloriously simple. We stayed up late watching holiday movies and some of us slept in (thanks, Daddy, for taking a hit for the team when someone’s internal clock functioned like it was a school day.) The house turned into what looked like the remnants of a hurricane meeting a tornado and, for once, I really did not care. Our home looked lived-in and loved.

The little one is loving the freedom found in Pull Ups right now, so we thought, let’s seize the moment. It is amazing what you can forget in a few short years of a kid being potty trained. For example, the elastic bands on the Pull Ups are far less reliable than diapers. As the little one and I were sitting on the couch, first thing in the morning, I felt a warm sensation on my leg. “What is that?” The realization hit, and then “well this is awesome.” At least it is our couch and blanket, right? I mean, let’s look at the bright side here. I am glad it is our house that smells like urine! Wait, what?

As the cherry on the proverbial four-day vacation cake, my youngest loves to use his scissors, so there were scraps of paper everywhere. I normally would set about picking up each scrap, but not this time. Oddly enough, I looked around and felt peace among this chaos. This is our home—our happy, well loved, little disaster area.


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