Chaos – A place of disorder and confusion. Throughout my life there have been periods of chaos real and perceived.
While raising my children we had a lot of adventures. This translates to we played a lot and cleaned when we had to. Yes there was a jumble of shoes by the door and if you were lucky you found two that went together. We played, we read, we watched movies and we hung out in our pjs. An outsider looking in might call it chaos. The state of disorder and confusion of three young children laughing over each other, a bored game being played while the TV plays another kids movie in the background. Our house was always more on the loud side and with three kids we always had some activity going on in three different directions.
My life has been consumed by raising my children. Doing this and doing that to ensure they have what they needed and every opportunity I could give them. I tend to take on too many projects and then others walk into my projects either thinking I am crazy or overly organized. The reality is I am neither. I like to be busy, I like to surround myself with noises and I like to be useful. The only thing in my life that is chaotic is my dog.