My life seems to be completely free from peace, yet full of it at the same time. Looking up the actual definition, there is more than one. There is peace as freedom from disturbance, or quiet and tranquility which is definitely not an accurate way to describe life at our house, and then there is peace as mental calm. Gosh, I don’t necessarily feel mentally calm either. I think I do carry a deeper peace though, one that is stronger than the peace most commonly spoken of, less easily shattered. I guess that is how I handle the lack of actual quiet and tranquility in my life! With Jonny deep in several renovation projects right now, our house is a huge disaster. The lack of order is getting under everyone’s skin, especially mine. Okay, mainly mine. But once these projects are finished, hopefully life will be more ordered and peaceful than it was before. But only a little more. You can’t expect everything to be clean, quiet, and calm when you are raising a family. Anyway, we are having company later this week, so we have to get at least partially cleaned up!
Beatrix got a strange and rare urge to wash dishes the other day. It’s typically Seth’s job to load and unload the dishwasher, and Gabe’s job to wash pots and pans. Beatrix felt she was helping both of them. Beatrix likes to chatter non stop (have you guessed that already?) Here is some of what she was saying to me, to herself, to anyone who might be listening as she washed:
I’m such a big help. Aren’t you glad I’m helping? Aren’t you so proud of me? Gabe’s going to be really proud of me. Too bad no one else is helping. Aren’t you glad I’m so helpful? Larkie, why aren’t you helping out?”