I follow a blog entitled, Blessed Chaos. This morning I understand completely the meaning of the phrase. Thursday night our oldest grandson spent the night with us and then last night the youngest grandson spent the night with us. They rarely stay at the same time. They are seven and three. Both love coming over and staying with us because Nana plays and entertains them the whole time they are here. That in itself leaves me exhausted.
Our son, daughter-in-law and oldest grandson came this morning to pick up the youngest grandson and all chaos broke loose. They are all talking at the same time, gathering up belongings and trying to find things they just walked in with. The dogs are excited and playing underfoot. It's chaos. By the time they are out the door it's like a loud, swirling tornado has swept through the house and the aftermath leaves a much shaken old couple in it's wake. With shaken nerves I collaspe in my chair with two Tylenol.
Yes, I'm tired and yes, I enjoy the peace and quiet that as an empty nester I have earned. But, I know too, that I'm blessed beyond my wildest dreams. I have four beautiful grandchildren who have rocked my world and given me much joy. So, I thank God for the blessed chaos in my life. But...I can only take it in small doses.