I'm in charge of the kids!!! They are locked ..... ummm I mean in the basement playing PS2 with their friends. HB is out having physio (finally!) on that shoulder of his. And I'm experiencing normal life with kids.
Ever see that commercial where the guy is saying he always wanted to be "that Dad"? I think it's a car commercial. Well, my husband is "that Dad". Kids everywhere love him. And our house has become "that house" in the neighbourhood ... the house where all the kids hang out. And eat. Holy cow, do they eat! Because we have two boys, it's always boys that are here. There are some days when I feel so surrounded by testosterone, I'm not quite sure what to do.
I love it.
There have been a few posts on some of my favourite blogs of late that I can relate to regarding the questioning of why we're on this journey. Is the goal of becoming pregnant and actually carrying to term sometimes outweighing the reason we try? Do I realize that the reason that I'm trying is to have a baby? A child? A whole other person with whom I will be connected forever and ever amen?
Have I really considered the changes in my lifestyle? What it will mean to my identity? The long term responsibility? I mean, my God, how much is university going to cost by the time a child I have now is ready to attend?
Then I listen to the voices of the boys and their friends in the basement, and I think "yeah, I know".