Embrace the Chaos

This is one of those mornings that I'll look back on with great fondness ... in twenty years or so. I'm sick. I've been sick since Friday. A sore throat became a cold became a fever became a worse cold became a milder cold with a nasty cough, and that's where I am now. The cough emerged last night at 11:30, after I decided I felt better and stayed up late for the first time in several days so that I could chip away at a few of the many tasks that had accumulated. My daughter is just emerging from a cold, hopefully. She is feeling good enough to wake up at 5:00 a.m. and 5:30 a.m. My wife may have an ear infection. The cats were fighting sometime in the early a.m., and left fur and a few drops of urine on the kitchen floor. And I almost forgot, last night was pay the bills night, or pay as many of the bills as possible night. Right now it is all just a little overwhelming, but in thirty or forty years, this is the kind of morning I will look back on with fondness. We're right in the middle of it now. As I write this, my daughter is in my lap playing with my cell phone and trying to help me type. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it won't take me twenty years to appreciate this. I'll have to ponder all of this another time, though. I think one of us needs a new diaper. Thankfully I'm still at that stage where it's not likely to be me.