Pitter patter my butt!! More like a herd of elephants running through my house. And always so busy touching, moving, licking, pushing, running, listening, singing.
People may wonder how our children may only leave the house if they are clean, brushed, and clothed appropriately, yet we can only manage a pair of grubby sweats, a 2 day old pony tail with frizzles everywhere and sandals in the middle of winter. What they don't know is that the only time we have for a shower is either the brief occasions that we get stuck in the rain, or at 1am between the hubby going to bed and the 2yr old waking up after dropping his bear on the floor.
Not to mention that on those rare occasions that we are given permission to leave without the entire entourage we run just as fast as we can for the door. No matter what time of day, or what we are doing, that brief respite from dolling out every drop for everyone else's needs and singing as loud as you want to the music you want to listen to and that piece of chocolate that you don't have to share with anyone else is worth every minute of the chaos.
Who but us lucky ones can truly appreciate such bliss? I suppose it is rather like living in the arctic circle and seeing the sun again after the long winter night. Can anyone else truly appreciate the sun's rays? It, like so many other things is all perspective.