Chocolate Chip Pancakes

I have miscellaneous children in my home. Since the bell rang at 3pm yesterday I've had about 9 extra kids in my house. Honestly, I can't keep track. We also have a new family member, JJ the guinea pig. My daughter's friend just asked me if we liked living in a messy house. Ha! She doesn't even know what she said is a metaphor for our life.

At this very moment I have 2 almost 9 year old girls watching music videos on the computer, 4 boys roaming the house in search of weaponry to recreate the program Deadliest Warriors, 3 dogs (one of whom is a mildy demented, geriatric beast abandoned by my mother bc she didn't want her new hard wood floors scratched) searching for scraps of bacon, sausage and chocolate chip pancakes (the ingredients and remainders on which are still splayed across the kitchen counters and table), a hamster buried under soiled shavings that I'm not even certain is still alive and a new guinea pig (spell check keeps trying to autocorrect to New Guinea pig) that is probably mildly traumatized that he has been removed from the confines of his safe and warm and quiet PetSmart home to be brought into this world of chaos. My husband is selfishly at work and our only computer has been commandeered by an army of minions smaller than me so I have to type on my phone with my thumbs.

I was supposed to take my daughter to a soccer clinic this morning and my oldest was supposed to go volunteer with his youth group, but at the last minute I decided to reject convention and expectations to allow all of this. So, I'm not complaining. I'm just trying to paint a portrait.

When does the transition of authority take place? When I was lying in bed this morning I was reminiscing about my own youth and with the wonders of Google Maps I could instantly transport myself back to Chamblee, Georgia and revisit all those places so dear to my heart. I hope that is what Lee and I are creating for our children and even their friends. Maybe we're only creating fodder for their future therapist, but I have hope. Sometimes I wonder how I advanced beyond my learner's permit in this thing called adulthood. And why isn't anyone issuing any tickets?

I have more in my head that needs to be written, but for now I have to actually go and referee...

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