It almost sounds like the opening line of a joke..."What do you get when you have a pregnant mama, five kids, a dog, a cat and a wheelchair?"...our weekend. My best friend Amy came to visit with her two year old little girl this weekend. Amy is preggars and is due at the end of June. My parents happened to be on vacation for the weekend as well so we kept their dog. My oldest son is recovering from a surgery on his foot so he's in a wheelchair aaaand the icing on the cake was that my husband was in Texas for work.
All of that added up to the two of us taking everything on together. Amy and I went to graduate school and lived together for around three years. We had a blast being roomies and went through so many things which formed a bond that is hard to compare. I remember having to scrape by just to afford groceries from week to week and pulling 'all-nighters' for our finals. Back in the day we used to sit and talk about how "One day, it would all be so much easier..." We were reminded of these conversations on Saturday morning as we stood in our pajamas watching three of my four kids flipping on the couch while her little girl stood and watched (picking up the best habits I'm sure). My parents' dog had escaped somewhere in the neighborhood and the cat howled as the smoke alarms pierced through the house while bacon fried on the stove. I looked at Amy and laughed yelling, "Is THIS the part that we thought would be easier?!" We ended up making it through the weekend and had a really great time to tell the truth. Amy and her little girl are now safely home in Ohio, Adam is safely back from Texas and the dog is safely back from God knows where. I can only hope that one day, Amy and I will have another get together when we can laugh about these days. I can almost bet that while we'll remember them as being some of the most exhausting and crazy of times, we will miss the the wildness of the little ones and their adventures. As we sit and eat bacon that isn't fried to a crisp, I know that we will remember them as being the best times of our lives.
All of that added up to the two of us taking everything on together. Amy and I went to graduate school and lived together for around three years. We had a blast being roomies and went through so many things which formed a bond that is hard to compare. I remember having to scrape by just to afford groceries from week to week and pulling 'all-nighters' for our finals. Back in the day we used to sit and talk about how "One day, it would all be so much easier..." We were reminded of these conversations on Saturday morning as we stood in our pajamas watching three of my four kids flipping on the couch while her little girl stood and watched (picking up the best habits I'm sure). My parents' dog had escaped somewhere in the neighborhood and the cat howled as the smoke alarms pierced through the house while bacon fried on the stove. I looked at Amy and laughed yelling, "Is THIS the part that we thought would be easier?!" We ended up making it through the weekend and had a really great time to tell the truth. Amy and her little girl are now safely home in Ohio, Adam is safely back from Texas and the dog is safely back from God knows where. I can only hope that one day, Amy and I will have another get together when we can laugh about these days. I can almost bet that while we'll remember them as being some of the most exhausting and crazy of times, we will miss the the wildness of the little ones and their adventures. As we sit and eat bacon that isn't fried to a crisp, I know that we will remember them as being the best times of our lives.
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