It’s been a glorious few days, with all the little birdies back in the nest. That means all the kids were home at the same time for a stretch. For the life of me, I can’t remember how I ever managed to cope when they were all under the roof all the time. I must have had more energy. I must have been younger. I must have never slept. Add in a son-in-law, and a few girlfriend/boyfriends and kapowie – we don’t even all fit around the dinner table.
The prospect of all four children going forth and multiplying someday is mind-boggling. If all four of them get married and have four kids, that will mean…. um…… hold on, I’m getting out the calculator…. that will mean I will need to cook for 26 people. And if I am blessed to live long enough to see great-grandchildren and they keep procreating at the same rate, I could wind up with…. just a minute…. 64 great-grandchildren. How will I remember all their birthdays? How many batches of chocolate chip cookies will I need to make? I don’t have enough silverware. Or chairs.
I’m getting a little ahead of myself I suppose.
It’s been a glorious few days. But it’s been a little like a Tilt-O-Whirl ride. Time to get back in the swing.