Feel the tension in the air?
That’s because it’s the 4:30 to 7:00 pm witching hour here at our home. It’s crowded, messy, loud and unmanageable.
People are hungry but dinner isn’t finished yet.
People are tired but it’s nowhere near time for bed and no one here naps anymore.
People are annoyed but relief is NOT in sight.
People need more room to move around but this is a federal row house in the middle of the city with a postage stamp sized backyard and safety issues out front.
As I turn around to survey this situation here is what I find.
One child on roller blades brandishing a hockey stick and puck about to score.
Another breaking a half dilapidated easel making sure we will never be able to put it back together.
The third screaming at the other two to shut up and rolling her eyes repeatedly.
I consider myself blessed most of the time. This is not one of those times.
This wants to make me stay wrapped up in my duvet for an eternity.
If you are like me you know how overcrowding can lead to disgruntled inmates. And disgruntled inmates can lead to revolt.
Lately I’ve felt a bit resentful toward my house.
Mi Casa and I have always had an uneasy peace/truce.
My husband will tell you that I was apathetic when we were looking for real estate ten years ago. I was pregnant again, exhausted and carrying around a nine month old baby. I would have signed on for anything that catapulted us out of our apartment and into homeownership even if it didn’t have everything on my “must” list.
Actually I did get one thing. A washer & dryer.
But now?
These people are getting larger.
They are eating more and more.
They are getting LOUDER.
More than one person CAN NOT fit in that quaint galley kitchen anymore.
The seams of this house are splitting and we are going to go flying out through the rips in a wave of humanity.
