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Full weekends with family are chaotic love.
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A barely there in time arrival at a political rally on a Friday night with two children, one of voting age, one not, meets an early morning out of town tennis trip to watch a third play with the heart and soul only he and his tennis brother possess.
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I am their mom and I am allowed to give such praise.
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I am smiling.
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The two rally witnesses bike a trail with their father after one rally witness wakes early and bakes bread, an every other day treat here. I do wish he’d as well wash the bakeware.
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A fourth leaves his college apartment to visit the crew of Giddenses and share his wit; his winter hat is seemingly permanently affixed to his head. His sister’s kidney is functioning beautifully inside its new home within him.
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During this stretch of 20 hours, multiple phone calls and a greater number of texts have traveled invisibly through the various grades of atmosphere, some of which are anxiety producing. Such is life with six offspring and two grands.
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Again I turn a smile.
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Posted photos from a fifth and sixth, who now care for their own new families, complete the weekend picture, for now.
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As I sit in my pajamas, draped with a blanket I have tucked beneath my toes, in our yellow family room, Kenya the Ragdoll feline licks her paws and I watch our boys play Guitar Hero as the darkness overtakes the sun coming through the window. By the way, to me it looks as though they are killing this musical instrument game.
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The dogs add their voices because what is more fun for a dog to do aside from chasing a cat?
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By the way, we, in total, visited the market five times, the pharmacy once, and cleaned a couple of dog accidents; one of us slipped in a parking lot of gravel and has the cuts on her knees to prove it.
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I keep a smile, and still tomorrow is to come and is only tonight away. More goodness and chaos promises to enter our home through the windows with the sun.
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~ Mary Jane Goodman
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