The pace of life in the Bergeron household over the course of the last two weeks has been at an all-time record high for us, and we’re pretty high-pace to begin with.
From our last-minute trip to Iceland for Katrin’s grandmother’s funeral, to Ben traveling to The Power Monkey Camp in Tennessee, to Maya’s 16th birthday, to me surprising Ben with a trip to Miami…and, the sheer number of people that have contributed to caring for our 4-children family so that we can make all of this happen…on top of all of the normal lacrosse games, gymnastics classes for both boys, drop-off playgroup, coaching, Jonah’s tutors, doctor appointments…just typing this paragraph on a computer screen is raising my heart rate all over again.
I told someone at the gym that tomorrow morning our garbage gets collected and the cleaners come at 7:30 AM, so we’re starting from scratch and we’re settling back into our easy-peasy routine.
However, as I drove up to my house just now, I realize I am following 3 tree removal trucks that are all descending upon our home to finish up work in our back yard so we can start laying the concrete for our outdoor gym, I just got off the phone with Katrin about her big birthday dinner at our house tomorrow night, also spoke with her about going to Maya’s make-up lacrosse game this afternoon that Ben’s meeting me at so I can take Jonah to Middle School Orientation at Nobles while he takes the little kids and Jonah’s friend, Gianni, who is staying with us for the week, trying to coordinate with Mike G. about finding and buying ducks for Bode’s 4th birthday present on Wednesday (like, real live ducks)…which is, coincidentally, the exact same birthday as Alex’s son, Shaymus (who is 1 year older than Bode), and I promised Ben on the plane to Miami that we would carve out time for him to buy a new truck this week since he had planned on doing it last weekend…but, I stole him and made him go on vacation with me.
Let one thing be clear, though: this is 100% NOT a bitch session. I LOVE THIS PACE. I would be miserable…ok, maybe not “miserable”…if it were any other way. I actually get more anxious and panicky when I don’t have anything on our family calendar.
I love the chaos. I love the scheduling conflicts because of having too many things going on in a day. I love the back-to-back birthdays. And, I love when my family is all in one place at one time…plus, a few extra stragglers to keep things slightly more unorganized.
So, here’s to starting from scratch, yet continuing the pattern of controlled chaos that us and every poor individual who is close to us is getting very used to with each passing week.
As Sasha so perfectly replied in a text message back to me after I told her I don’t know what I’d do without her: “GO TEAM! :)”