Normal is. . .

I needed a little help with my post today - so many thoughts swirling around and not sure exactly which of them to put into coherent writing on my blog!

So I visited Mama's Losin' It to get a writing prompt - she posted six of them - and chose the following:

Normal is. . . 

Around our house, normal is. . . 

. . . a mad search for the van keys two minutes before Chris has to leave for work although I swear I put them on the key rack by the door last night.

. . . completely forgetting to put the laundry detergent in with the clothing and then later wondering why the clothes smell, well, musty.

. . . hearing various exclamations such as "David, get down!" , "David, get out of there!", "What's going on in there?!", "David, put it down!", and "David, stop!"  The many references to David are not by accident - I probably use his name more than anyone else's in a day.

. . . waiting until the kiddies are tucked in bed to break out the triple chocolate ice cream so that we don't have to share!

. . . allowing the kiddies to sleep in tents on the floor with flashlights if it means they will get to sleep faster.

. . . me sitting in the living room with a magazine by my side, working on an art project while watching TV and talking to my man.  I have an inability to just sit and watch TV.  probably ADD. . .

. . . praising our son for his eloquent burps and in the same breath admonishing the daughter for the same offense.

. . . eating leftover birthday cake for breakfast and then making up for it with a lunch of carrot sticks, celery sticks, and other various healthy things.

. . . singing, singing, singing!  Granted, the tunes are a little juvenile but there's nothing like "Jesus the Friend of the Children is He" and "Little Bunny Foo Foo" to brighten your day!

. . . hugs and kisses so frequently my kiddies bolt when they see me coming.  Okay, maybe not yet.  They're too little to think momma's over-affections are uncool.  

. . . fighting between brother and sister over such important things as who is occupying what space on the couch. . . excuse me, I've got to go break up another spat!

To read other's writing attempts and perhaps a few more definitions of what normal is, visit Mama's Losin' It!