It is hard to imagine it now, but someday these days will all be a distant blur. We won’t remember most of the specifics of the daily grind; we won’t remember most of the day-to-day routine of it. We’ll forget how simply exhausting it all is right now. I know that we’ll forget because already we have only a foggy recollection of the mundane details of our first couple years with Kyle and Owen. Heck, if it weren’t for this blog (and thus our ability to click back and see what we were doing), I would not be able to recall most all of what we were doing one year ago. Let alone 30. I imagine us as empty-nesters, romanticizing the past, remembering all the sweet but glossing over all the yuck of back in the day when we were that young couple trying to keep up with the momentum of our careers while all the while trying to keep up with the momentum of three under five. For example, one thing that we surely (hopefully) will eventually forget about this time right now is…
…Every night, after we get all three kids to bed, we come downstairs, bleary-eyed and tired-to-the-bone, to face the night shift. First on the very-long-agenda every night: clean up from dinner. Tonight was especially unpleasant because dinner involved couscous — which I actually tend to avoid serving to my darling family simply because of its mess factor. These images don’t do it justice, but hopefully they’ll at least prompt some (gory) memories for us in the years to come. As always, click to enlarge.
