No one told me life would be this crazy at times. Maybe I could have predicted it based on my senior year in college (which was crazy), but life settled down after that. Until now.

No one told me that I’d be asked to pack lunches, attend award ceremonies, send in fruit and 2-liter bottles of soda to school all while trying to hold down a 9-5 job.

No one told me I would be helping create a board game while trying to write a dissertation because my child (like me and like his father) has put it off until the last minute.

No one told me I’d have a husband who travels and works a lot, leaving me with the juggling act (not that I don’t sometimes leave him with the act).

No one told me that visiting relatives, birthday parties and the busiest week at work would occur at exactly the same time like some kind of special planetary alignment.

No one told me I’d look around at my clutter and my stained and mismatched furniture and be thankful.

No one told me how much I’d wish for a day when there was really, truly nothing that needed to be done.

No one told me how much fun this would all be.