High-pitched, yelling noises from children within the confines of the house, are often enough to make me tear my hair out. This morning I’m trying my very hardest to ignore the stress that often accompanies such noise, and to just appreciate that the kids, while loud, are also happy. Happy that dad is home, happy that it is Sunday, happy that it is pancake day … Me? I’m just Happy that I am still in my bedroom, still in bed in my nightie, and not a part of the mess, noise and chaos.
It has been a long couple of weeks, probably a long month, with Christmas, driving thousands of kilometres to spend time with my family, no routine, constant contact with the kids, and then the minute we get back to our home, hubby is straight back into work. My patience is waning, my tiredness is overwhelming, and it’s hard to constantly be the only person in charge. This time of year is hubby’s busiest and it’s seven days a week, and long hours. Of course, most people, hubby included, would think that organising events would be a pretty cool job to have, and we did spend a good couple of hours with him yesterday, driving him from place to place checking competitors, picking up medical issues, and moving stuff, all in the aim of being a part of the excitement and seeing ‘dad’.
This morning I am taking the brief opportunity to ‘hide’ … I am letting hubby be in charge, and I am staying well out of it. Which of course means that the noise is louder, rowdier, and more piercing than what I would usually allow. But this morning it is happy noise, rather than annoying noise and there is a few simple reasons: I am not in charge, I am in bed, listening to the interactions, appreciating the time off, and loving the Happy sounds of my children’s voices.