I’m hiding out in my corner of the house as the rain beats against the window, and I wonder how many days it can possibly rain here in the great state of North Carolina. I’ve lost count.
Little girl screams mingle with the growls of 2 rowdy, wild at heart boys and I know they are propelling themselves off of the beds upstairs. Yes, that was definitely a jump. The lightbulb in my lamp flickers and the cat picks her head up at the thunder overhead.
It’s only 1:30 and we’ve had much wailing and gnashing of teeth and one fight over who got the most rye chips in their chex mix. (Really? Rye Chips? Who likes those anyway?)
Artwork in the window gives the illusion that this home is one where the children joyfully create beauty with chalk and paper and where the mama cheerfully wipes the smudges left from 60 fingers. We tear paper and break crayons and spill glue in places that can’t ever be unglued.
Skip-bo cards and Monopoly money are strewn about the family room and the Lion King soundtrack plays in the background, drowned out by my own real-life stampede of 12 feet in this old house.
My baby is no longer a baby and her stream of chatter is making my head spin and I would truly love to put her down for a 6 hour nap.
My laptop dings and my sweet preacher has sent yet another email about Fellowship Feeds and the ladies’ get together, and questions about whether I want folks to bring frozen or thawed turkeys.
Dishes pile and hot chocolate explodes in the microwave and we rub one another raw. We get loud and put self first and walk around this house feeling like the boogers we have running down our noses. (Except me-I have no boogers today. Ha Ha!)
Too many rainy days, one flawed Brown, and too many Harris children, call for double portions of grace today.
Heaps, is more like it.
And I bend low and stretch out my hands to hold loosely to these people who are mine for only a little while…may I count it all JOY…