I'm pretty sure it's usually the girls who say things like, "I hate drama" that tend to be the cause of most theatrics.
Although I've changed in so many ways, I still notice this tendency in myself, manifest subtly in the comings and goings of our family.
(Family in town. Hanging with cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents.)
The second we get a bit of peace and quiet, I start to get stir-crazy.
(Birthday parties galore.)
I start frantically making commitments to all sorts of causes.
(Swimming. Fountains. Sprinklers.)
I start going on so many outings that I fill my camera's memory card with hundreds of photos every day.
(Babysitting three extra kids.)
Eventually I overbook myself to the point that I flip out under all the pressure.
(Babysitting three extra kids, a lot.)
Pressure that I caused, of course.
(Chilling with my little sister.)
Well, I feel a snap coming.
(Increasing my freckle quantity.)
Not because I haven't been having an absolutely amazing time being far too busy.
But because being far too busy will inevitably cause the back-burner effect.
(Dressing up like robots.)
Yes, the blog finds its way on the back-burner, which means that I've stopped taking the necessary time to reflect and regroup.
(Home-repairs and bedazzlement.)
But more importantly, I start to neglect poor Duke. He's eaten nothing but canned ravioli and cereal for the past week. I have barely had a chance to look at him in the eyes. And you can bet there's been a serious lack of kissing around here.
(Duke cleaning a whole pitcher of spilled kool-aid.)
I had a lot more posts planned for these (and many more) pictures. However, you all get the abridged version. Now I'm off to get looking presentable before Duke comes home for his lunch break.
(The beginning of an ant problem.)
I feel as if nurturing a great love will become harder and harder as life becomes more chaotic.