It is good to be home.
This is what I came home to and what home is:
Face-palms when sacrasm is taken literally, screaming children, laughing, bickering, whining, someone named Bob, “So, did you hear, Anna has a boyfriend”, "MOTHER!“, Nerf bullets flying upon arrivals and departures, more cookie dough then cookies eaten, snowman poop, hissing cat, barking dog, dog stuck under the bed, crying dog, detours, direction illiterate sister, growling brother, Skating practices, stories of Fabricland, Mom’s need for long underwear, Sister’s un-need for long underwear, poop, burps, Frank peed on Buddy, "I don’t like you, I don’t love you, and I don’t want you”, way to early morning discussions, “Mom I will be find without ski-pants and a touque”, “Mom it is SO cold outside, my face is freezing!”, stacks of dirty dishes until the Father comes home, “Oh’s!” or realization, “Moooommm, hurry up!”, Moooommm, I’m not ready yet!“, "Mooommm, I have been waiting for like ever!”, "Mom, your driving scares me", “Mother, WHAT are you doing?”, New car, heated seats, nice sound system, really fast!, What to name the car?, “Mom, where is my phone?”, “Anna, my phone has disappeared!”, Always ask the little boy for lost electronics, The dog that looks like an old mop, stupid cat!, new furniture arrangements, sister that eats like a sloppy baby, unsatisfying Christmas lights, “AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”, what is wrong with this family?, ice cream, and family laughs.
We are weird, quirky, and somehow everything that could go crazy happens at the same time creating chaos; which usually results in someone crying, someone yelling, and myself laughing. I love them. And, it is great to come home to this after residence life, just a different kind of crazy. I’m glad we are not normal, otherwise I would be so bored! So, keep the crazy coming family, I’ll pop the popcorn. :)