Chaos to calm....then chaos again

One day.  That is all I ask,  just one day.

One day when...

• smelly teenage boy socks find a new home and not one that is stuffed between the cushions on the lounge
• the cat recovers from dimentia and remembers that it was only fed 1 hour ago
• the freshly clean floor can not have something spilt on it immediately after drying
• that you can walk into the room of a teenage son and not be bowled over by the lingering smell that comes from body odour, dirty clothes and lunch from 3 months ago
• the washing and ironing is up-to-date and clothes baskets empty for longer than 10 minutes
• the toilet seat is closed and the toothpaste lid on when not in use
• a kitchen bench is rediscovered and is no longer the horizontal surface dumping ground for everything as you walk in the back door
• the array of shoes by the residing centrepedes are on a relocation program back into bedrooms and not at the back door
• the lost socks return and find their life partners

Yes, I know this is all a dream.  Every day, parents across the globe face these same challenges.  Challenge that at times are frought with danger - particularly where teenagers are involved!  Those little frustrations that seem to endlessly appear, continue to cause havoc and are at plague proportion.  It is at times chaos.

Then, in a moment of sheer amazement and wonder, it stops.  Calm arrives and life is grand.  The teenagers are out doing 'their thing',  hubby is curled up with a newspaper on the lounge and there is just a fleeting moment of sanity in the house when all can be.

Don't get too excited though for this will be short lived.  The cat will meow, the pungent odour from down the hallway will waft through like agent orange and the remaining socks will hold memorial services for their lost partners.

Soldier on my friend.  Pick up that sock, close that toilet seat, file that paper, wash that floor - again.   

As Mum's we take this in our stride every day, every week, every month, every year.  Yep, there are times when we rant and rave and even take a stand by going AWOL.  Sure enough though, we return to face it all again.  Mum's (and house Dad's) - raise your glasses and make a toast to that one day where all will be!

Regards,