Wack attack


Okay, so it’s been awhile since I’ve sat down to blog, and I’ve missed it – But things have been a little wacky over here. Just a full-on wack attack. Honestly, we kind of operate in Wack Attack mode. And that’s okay. That’s how we roll. Spontaneity necessitates a whole lotta improvised Mommy Life. Shhhh…don’t tell the kids. They think I know stuff.

There are two kinds of families ~ 1. Sweet, or 2. Spicy. We, my fine friends, are the latter. We are all kinds of spicy. And, I wouldn’t have it any other way. It lends itself to wacky. And wacky is good stuff. That’s where the personalities come out, and sparkly stuff happens. Also, messes and shouting, and fever pitched declarations…hypothetically.

If your family is Sweet, you are precious, but I just don’t “understand” your alien way of living. Aren’t you bored?? And, can you please come organize my children’s rooms please? I jest. We’re making it work over here.

Here’s the thing: If everyone’s okay with The Wack, then please continue it in your family. I think it breeds playfulness, and joy, and…shouting. My middle daughter & I do this fun thing where we yell-talk to each other. It’s hard to explain on keyboard, but it’s hysterical. If you want, next time you come over, we’ll show you and you can do it with us. It’s the best. If all members of the family (with the exception of that ONE party pooper – R.) are on board with The Wack, then just embrace it. Do it. Families are messy, because God has a sense of humor. Sometimes I eye roll His comedic timing, but I’m not God, so there’s that fact. One of my bazillion prayers for my Girls is that they will have ALLTHEFUN in their own families. Yes, there’s a line (a very very, faint, almost undetectable line), yes, it does get crossed and there are consequences but, leave your family some room to like, breathe. Refresh them. Be a soft place to fall. Drive the crazy car sometimes. Or all the time, like me! When they are grown, and they tell the stories of your family, you will smile (and I will cry) knowing we blessed their socks off. These are the good days!

Long live the Wack Attack.

Warmly, Sarah

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