Real. My boys are screaming, and we are in meltdown mode. When I'm trying my hardest not to scream back.
My life is full of real moments, sometimes they seem surreal. I like to cherish the real moments, knowing that someday I will look back and laugh, missing my rambunctious two year old and his spunky attitude.
*time out*
Real, like the moment I just had, trying to sit down and focus on my five minutes of writing. Suddenly I hear a cry from the next room and my husband calls me. My real life, I can't even get five minutes to write. :)
Sometimes I wish I had five minutes to myself, and then I remember that sweet smile I get, and the hugs, and I realize that if I truly had five minutes all to myself, I may start to miss them. I take a lesson from my real life and learn, maybe I should keep my writing, even if it is just five minutes, until those boys are asleep in bed.
We are linking up over at Gypsy Mama.
