A Chicken Day

Today was a chicken day. Ordinary in every way. The kids played, I yelled. I cleaned the house and Greg helped. I watered my little zucchini plants, and sprayed the kids. We had chicken for dinner. It was just one of those everyday kind of days.

I found a dog online that I wanted to adopt. Greg called the landlady for me and she said no. He will be put to sleep on Wednesday. It makes me sad for him. He is a year and a half old. I wonder if he had a good life with his owners that gave him up. I wonder if he appreciated laying in the shade and playing ball, having no idea he would go "over the rainbow bridge" still as a puppy. (Can you believe they call it that?)

It's made me think. We are supposed to have joy in the little things. Love each day and live them as though they were our last. People have vinyl quotes on their walls stating it in a million different ways. My question is; who does it? I mean REALLY does it? And the bigger question is HOW? How do you make the most out of all the little moments? The moments we have been told to cherish because kids grow up so fast. I don't know how, and it scares me that I am missing so much as I try to figure it out.

What really happened today. What made it UNordinary? Halle learned to put her feet up on the frame of her bike as she rides. Jack poured Kool Aid all by himself and yelled "Yaaahoooooo!" the entire time he did it. Greg made bbq chicken just like he did when we were dating and it was fabulous. I married him for his chicken.

I will remember these things and run through them in my head over and over again as I go to finish cleaning the last toilet. And try to get the kids to sleep without having to threaten them with their very lives. And change the sheets on my bed. And change the kitty box.

It all still seems ordinary....just like we're laying in the shade.