Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Togetherness = Love

Togetherness. We get plenty of it. We spent the entire weekend together as a family, enjoying the holiday. Last night we ate Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream while we watched the final installment of this sweet series. It was late. I was ready to go to bed. The little one had fallen asleep and I was ready to do the same.

I came, innocently, to my bedroom. My OWN bedroom.

Instead of finding my husband quietly brushing his teeth while the other children were doing the same in their bathroom, I came upon what appeared to be a party. One kid on the bed playing the guitar. Loudly. Another jumping off the bed onto a pile of pillows. Another sitting on my vanity stool, looking in the mirror and asking me, “Can you cut my bangs now?” while her cohort said, “I think they need to be a little shorter.”

I stumbled toward the bathroom in search of my toothbrush. The children followed me. Our house was built in 1973, so let’s just say our master bathroom leaves a lot to be desired in the space department (I guess the Brady Bunch was a skinny lot).

Nevertheless, there we all were, my husband, four kids (I did make the guitar stay on the bed) and I, all gathered along two sinks while myriad conversations reverberated against the (small) expanse of mirror and tile:

“Which side do you think I should I part my bangs on?”
“Can I use your face wash?”
“Watch me while I jump, Mom!”
“Have you seen the vanilla mint toothpaste?”
“When do you think we can go coyote hunting?”

Our house may be old, but it does have three (count ‘em: three) bathrooms. Then why, you ask, is everyone in MY bathroom? At last count, there were at least ten toothbrushes in the painted clay Mother’s Day pot that is home to anything long and skinny found in that end of the house (Every now and then I just stick the whole lot in the dishwasher because I have no idea whose is whose, or who has “accidentally” used mine).

Why don’t they just brush their teeth in their own bathroom?

We have five bedrooms. But before I could even spit, sleeping bags had been laid out for a few of the kids to “bunk it” on the floor of MY bedroom. Brushing teeth together is one thing…

Now we’re having a sleepover?

What is the deal? It’s not like we hadn’t seen enough of each other this weekend. I guess nobody wanted the fun to end.

Togetherness must really equal love.

Or craziness.

Or both.


Jennifer said...

That is beautiful! I can't imagine the chaos that reigns your family but it sounds absolutely divine! =)

Code Yellow Mom said...

I love it!!!

Nettie said...

What fun! They are all going to be each other's best friends, forever!