Coffee and Cigarettes (kind of..)

So I'm sitting here with a too-large cup of coffee (if there is such a thing), watching all three babies play around in the living room (the oldest is out of school today), and experiencing no sense of urgency to do this or do that...all with the intoxicating sound of Lana Del Rey in the background. It is obviously going to be a good day.

Over the last two weeks or so, I feel like I've been over thinking everything. Parenting, marriage, life and death, what the hell I want to do with my life...you name it. So far, I've got this:

• No marriage is perfect. Mine is not the exception. I'm perfectly fine with that. 
• As a parent, I choose to pick my battles. I'm not one of those parents that think it's going to matter, in the grand scheme of things, if my 3 year old wears his Spiderman mask into Walmart. Choosing such battles has helped saved my sanity in the chaos that is having 3 kids in a span of (almost) 5 years. And frankly, I think I'm doing a pretty awesome job at it.
• Damn, I've become a good housewife.
• I'm almost 26 years old and still have no idea what I want to do when I grow up. The problem is narrowing down the list to one logical goal.
• Really, dad?

There comes a certain calm with being able to acknowledge that your life is not perfect, never will be perfect. Maybe that's the "perfect" part of it all...knowing that perfect is abnormal. When you learn to let go of the things that you have no control over, it takes a whole level of stress of your shoulders...which helps everything else fall into place. 

Lana Del Rey and coffee doesn't hurt either. 

You're welcome.