Growing like a weed

The other night Ryan was complaining. His leg hurt. His hand hurt. His arm hurt. Blah blah blah. I suspect this multitude of aches and pains were the result of the chores we had been talking about that needed to be done. Not wanting to straight up call him out on it I said, "Well honey, you probably have growing pains. You're growing like a weed!" After a long pause, and through clenched teeth he replied with, "Then reach in and pull that weed OUT."

I blinked

I blinked and Ryan is in second grade. 

I blinked and Lauren is one. 

A friend of mine said the days are long, but the years are short. Wow is that true. 

I'm overwhelmed. I don't get a shower every day. My house is a mess. The laundry seems to have a life of its own, multiplying faster than rabbits. I can barely keep up. But then I glance over and see those faces. And those little smiles make up for all the rest. Except maybe the shower part. Cause that's just gross.