I was talking with an older mom at church last night. I was telling her about how irritating it is to come into the living room and find all the couch cushions all over the floor again.
"What are you building", I may ask.
"A skate park. And the cushions aren't very pretty so we emptied the linen closet to drape the cushions and make them more colorful," they answer.
I take a deep breath and thank God for creativity.
But then I remember the loads of laundry.
I don't need more laundry.
And then I remember long ER waits.
I don't need a long ER wait.
So I make a rule.
Linens back to the closet.
And no daring the baby to jump from the 5th stair up.
The other mom gave me a half smile. "My boys are teenagers", she said, "and I still routinely come home to find all the couch cushions off and them engaging in epic battles."
So maybe that means I have no choice but to embrace the skate parks, the chaos, the laundry, the ER, the dirt, the swords, the boys and let the irritation go.
If I don't, it may be a very long life.