"Mom, I just spilled again!"

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I was daydreaming how much I WILL miss these days. In the dank basement, I do the laundry. Every week I do the laundry... same in and out, lots of stains and BO and I'm dreaming about missing these days. Maybe it was a defense mechanism of the moment as a large part of me detests laundry.

And as I put the last dirty item in the washer I hear "Mom, I just spilled again!" Ha, I think to myself. Of course you did. Because that's pretty much what happens every other day...
someone spills
someone (ahem, Ana) bit someone
someone whines
someone (ahem, Ana) tornados through the house getting into, well, everything
someone leaves half the cereal in the bowl to waste
someone thinks everything is a game. all day long
someone doesn't want someone to touch their stuff (and it's my duty to find solutions)
someone horse plays at bedtime
someone needs something.

With everyone returning to school and with pictures plastered over social media, I'm reminded how quickly life happens. It wasn't all that long ago Stella was like Ana, bee-boppin around the house (perhaps with less of a skip in her step). I've been reading reminiscent posts about sending their kids off to kindergarten for full days, starting middle school and packing up their babies for college. I'm reminded to savor these, oh so small, trivial messes. In two short years Stella will be in full day school and Ana will be gone until noon.

No one ever looked back and said
I wish I didn't spend so much time with my kids.

So friends, for two more (short) years I'm going to love these little reds and hope they continue to remind me that life can be a game. (Though most nights I'm too tired to play the games anymore).
I can't imagine wanting this time back as I love each stage for what it is, but I do admit there will be a part of me wanting my tornado back in my arms and my methodical, creative, loving child to sit by me and ask "mommy will you play wiff me?!" These are the days when my girls want to talk to me, to check in to 'home base' at my leg, to giggle about anything, read, dance, sing, play and I'm always (okay, most of the time) invited. The adore each other (even if Ana gets bored and bites) and that alone makes me the luckiest gal in the land.

Now I'm going to walk upstairs with a smile on my face to a puddle of orange juice and a pile of laundry the size of Olympus Mons.

Cheers to the trenches! The truth is, I will miss them.


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