Screaming, Hitting and Tears... Oh My!

For the weekend I am a nanny full time.  Watching 4 girls under the age of 7 (including twin 2 1/2 year olds).  I could not believe the chaos that was dinner.  I cannot imagine if I had to do this every night by myself.  The only reason I got to eat is that Grandma showed up and entertained them for a few minutes while I scarfed down my spaghetti and veggies.

Last night I was ready for them to go to bed.  I was ready for bed.  But sleep eluded me.  This morning I got up extra early so I would be ready for the busy day ahead before the kids woke up.  Knowing that today would be chaotic.

Screaming, hitting and tears oh my!  There's bumping into each other and a case of STS (sudden tear syndrome).  Then they laugh and run around some more.  Then the dog gets ahold of a marker and it's all hands on deck to get it back from her.  Oh my.

But then there's the cute moments.  One of the twins throws her hands on her hips, points at her sister taking a drawing off the wall and says "heazer, look!"  Little kids can never get the "th" sound in my name.  But throw in a z and it was pretty close.  And pretty cute.  Ten minutes earlier it was "heazer, tummy hungry."

I had to laugh.  And escape into the blogosphere, if only for a moment.  Because this is what it's about.

The laughing, giggling, funny moments in the chaos.  Amidst the tears, screams, and hitting.

It's like that in life to, isn't it.  You could miss the laughter for the tears.  The giggling for the screams.  The fun and beauty for the violence in life.

And now, if you'll excuse me... there are loud noises floating into the kitchen over the sounds of Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas singing Camp Rock songs... and in come two ladies who bonked heads.

Happy Saturday!