My Life Is Boring!

And that is exactly the way I like it.
No drama, no crying, no screaming nor fighting, no hanging up the phone, no creepy weirdos, no cheating husband, no divorcing my parents, no words left unspoken and walls put up between. No alcoholism, no illegal drug addictions, no questionable "friends".
I was just sitting here thinking how quiet it is here every evening. There's an old AMC movie on in the background, a candle burning in the kitchen, a dog snoring on the sofa, and my kids are all in clean beds, wearing clean jammies, dreaming about tomorrow... or whatever...
I like a peaceful existance. Each night my head hits the pillow and I am out cold, usually, until morning. I'll have a long list of things to do. I'll put on the first pot of coffee; he'll make the evening pot. I'll have a husband coming to me with newspaper articles he insists are so important I just have to read them, he'll hear something on the radio that we'll discuss over dinner, he'll flirt with me throughout the day and maybe, if we both aren't too exhausted, things will get... cozy. *blush*

This life is not perfect. There are times when I am flustered and hurried, when I'm racing from one thing to the next and short tempered, so I speak quickly and probably rudely too. There are moments I feel like pulling up my invisibility cloak, or go running out that door and maybe not come back for the next 4 hours. But I don't. I couldn't.
This is a pretty great gig. My children make me laugh every single day, they make me pull them close just to close my eyes and ask God to let me not forget the moment, times when I cry tears of joy just having so much love surrounding me. The most incredible people I have ever met happen to be my own children and that's a pretty remarkable thing. I've done nothing to deserve such blessings. And yet, they are here and they're mine. I am sometimes overwhelmed with gratitude for this utterly simple life.