That Bed Is Like A Trampoline

I just spent 20 minutes laughing hillariously up in my bedroom with two little boys. They jumped furiously on my bed, practicing all their little Kung Fu Panda moves, and I danced around it to a song about God being a God of second chances (from the Veggie Tales Pirates soundtrack). It is so sad that I need to admit right now that I don't know how long it's been since our last cracking-up-laughing, living-in-the-moment, doing-something-totally-out-of-(Mom's)-character episode like that. But LIFE has just been sooooo in the way!

Since August, we had a house on the market...one that 3 little kids lived in! We sold it and had a month to get ourselves out. We moved into a little bitty townhome for a few months, and this is just one piece of the puzzle. I know you all know what I'm talking about. The stuff of life has a way of getting in the way of the enjoyment of it!

Besides, I'm THE adult in our house. That's not a cut to my husband, he's just the "fun" guy. I'm the one who typically says things like, "That bed is NOT a trampoline, sir." I'm the one providing all the "sweet" reminders that everything has a home, and those shoes may not live in the middle of the living room. I'm the one who lives by the rules--things like "the kitchen has to be cleaned right after dinner."

You may be able to imagine that I struggle with the fun stuff at home. I'm really great at planning fun times out of the house or parties here, but I'm really bad making things carefree and super-fun at home. Because there's a list of rules in my head that we all "need" to follow. And nobody else seems to have this list installed up in their heads!

But the carefree and the laughter we had just now, it was priceless. Jace said, "Mom, I love when you dance with us!" Ryder restarted the song several times when it came to an end. It was a sweet moment, and I'm going to pray that they remember the fun times we had and forget all the reminders and rules. Or at least just that they remember the fun.

Now I need to go help quite a few toys, books, and even shoes find their way home.