The irony of life

This weekend my three oldest children and my husband are out of town for a wedding. I am home alone with Cutie Pie who is 19 months.

Remember when you had your first child (or in my case children) and you thought,
“Dang, this is so hard. How does anyone with children even brush their teeth in the morning?”

Then you had another child and you thought,
“Why did I think one child (or in my case two) was so much work?”

Then, if you had another child you thought,
“What are those mothers with only 1 or 2 kids complaining about? One or two kids is a cakewalk compared to 3 or 4.”

I’m used to navigating with 4.
Now I am navigating with 1.
I feel like I can do anything with just one little one in tow.

So why does my house suddenly feel overwhelmingly empty?
I hardly knew what to do with myself this morning when no one ran in the room to say,
” Good Morning Mommy!”

Isn’t life ironic?
How often as mothers do we wish for just a moments peace in our busy child filled days?
And yet after we get it, when we least expect it, we realize that we didn’t really want or need that after all.

At least not this weekend…
Oh how I miss them.

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