You guys, I have two teenagers and a preschooler with a bunch of ages in between and I’m officially waving the white flag.

My house looks like a fraternity house and daycare collided.

At any given moment every scrap of floor and every single solitary surface of this house is littered with backpacks and shoes and baby dolls and basketballs and nerf darts and Legos and school art projects and SO. MANY. GLASSES. and probably 400 random smelly socks…

This morning, I woke up to find my husband drying off with a HAND towel before work. Again. And I PROMISE that washing machine is always running.

Any semblance of order, any system, any sense of ‘balance’ is gone and I’m just winging it.

I run around putting out fires wherever I go.

Toss in a load of laundry, start another load of dishes, clean up, start virtual school for the kids in my pajamas…

What??? How can we be out of milk already???

Toss in a load of laundry, start another load of dishes, clean up, cart someone off to practice…

What??? Practice was moved to 6:30???

Toss in a load of laundry, start another load of dishes, clean up, send kids up for showers…

What??? An email??? He missed a Zoom meeting? I didn’t see it!! They need WHAT for school tomorrow???

Toss in a load of laundry, start another load of dishes, enforce our evening ‘pick up all your stuff’ rule, tuck kids into bed…

I. DON’T. KNOW!!! DID YOU LOOK IN YOUR LAUNDRY BASKET??? CHECK THE DRYER!!!

If you’re wondering if I got the memo…I didn’t.

If you’re wondering if I know what any of my children are doing in this ‘new’ math…I don’t.

I don’t even care.

My four-year-old still wakes me up during the night so I can ‘come snuggle me’ and is bright-eyed by 6:30AM while my teenagers don’t get home from basketball until 9PM then loiter around the kitchen eating and delaying their showers until at least 10.

I’m now working 14-hour-days EVERY SINGLE DAY doing virtual school during a global pandemic.

And I’m tired.

I’ve decided there is only one solution…

I’m letting go.

The harder I try to ‘control’ it all or ‘balance’ any of it, the crazier I become so I’m going to just ride the wave.

I’m going to embrace this crazy chaos and attempt to enjoy what I can.

I’m going to be okay with GOOD ENOUGH.

Good enough has to be good enough or I will wither up and die.

Who’s with me???

Anyone else ready to surrender??

Can we just embrace the chaos and noise? Embrace the laundry and dishes? Embrace the missed Zoom meetings? Embrace the floor littered with, well…everything??

It means little people live here.

It means our kids are living and learning and growing a little every day.

It means our precious family is right here in this house making memories and forming relationships that will impact a lifetime.

I’m letting go of ‘balance’ and I’m choosing to see FAMILY when I look around today.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I probably have some dishes to do.

(And yes, this is how we do break time at our house! Tubin' down the stairs!!)