What Happened to My Life . . ?

It's inevitable in most families . . . 

The morning will be going well - everyone's quiet and sweet.

Then suddenly . . .

all h-e-double-hockey-sticks breaks loose. 

One child is on the floor crying because another child pushed them out of a chair.

Another child is crying because they can't get their shoes on.

Another one is yelling at the first crying child because they wouldn't "get out" of his/her chair . . .

And this always happens as I you are trying to get them out the door.

I used to be a morning person.

I used to love to sit with my coffee and my bible, read every morning, maybe hop on the elliptical.

Not lately.

Now I dread every second because I am fully aware that as soon as those kids wake up, my peace and quiet is over.

I used to be able to watch whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

Now it's SpongeBob and Bubble Guppies

I used to sing - I was on stage on many country opry's around North Texas.

Now I know every song in every kids show that airs today.

And quite a few from the past five years.

I remember how many hopes and dreams I used to have.

I wanted to sing professionally.

I wanted to act.

I wanted to be a photographer.

Now I'm lucky if I get through all the housework in a day.

I often sit and wonder . . .

What happened to my life?

Then my three year old walks up to me.

Wraps his little arms around me and says:

"Mama, I yuv yoo"

"Oh, yeah," 

I think as I squeeze him back, my heart filling with joy and love . . .

"THAT'S what happened to my life."

And I wouldn't change a thing.