Things were clean, quiet and pleasant. And then the children came home.

If I'd wanted immaculate cleanliness all the time, I shouldn't have had children.

If I'd wanted a constant quiet house, I shouldn't have had children.

If I wanted zero arguing, no loud laughter and nil rowdiness, I shouldn't have had children.

As it is, I had 4.
My house is never immaculate.
My house is only quiet at night.
My house is happy, sad, angry, and loveable--not usually just your run of the mil pleasant.

But I love my children.
I really really love my children.

On the rare occasion that things are immaculate, quiet and pleasant, I enjoy it. Sometimes, I even relish in it. And then, I miss the children.

I found this quote and I liked it...

I suppose it could mean some adults are childish. But I thought how kids grow up so fast these days, so many children are trying to be adults way too soon. --So, I liked this quote. And I hope and pray that my kids take their time growing up. I hope my house stays messy and noisy for an awfully long time.