Crowded Kitchen

That's the thought at present.  I'm standing here in my skinny gulley of a kitchen with its strange vertical yellow and white stripe wallpaper next to R, my living and very outgoing except in new situations son, as he eats his Emeril ravioli one messy bite at a time.  I imagine how crowded this kitchen would be with a grand total of FOUR boys all trying to throw trash away, or grab a drink, or simply be in here because everyone else is too.  I must admit, I sigh a sigh of relief that I can stand here without being constantly bumped or "mommy-d".  Though R makes up for it most days.  As a bereaved parent, not a day goes by that I don't wish with all my might that my boys were all here together, driving me crazy; as they should.  I wish for the days that I would be running around crazy filling bottles fixing ravioli and trying to keep my hair contained all at the same time.  But for now the only distraction I have from the tomato smothered pasta is this laptop; which, by the way, has a mind of its own.  The trouble I had to go through just to even see the blogger page.  Even facebook can't be trusted by this computer.  7 months later, and I still wish this house as crowded as I did back in October.  Moreso in November.  The days I knew that, for the foreseeable future, there would still only be three of us here.  Taking the cribs down?  Let's not even go there.  The panic that set in on where to move them too, we waited a good month before we even thought about doing anything in there.  And now?  It's one hell of a guest room, if I say so myself!  I like to think of it as a French B&B.  I'm so in love with blue and bronze right now, its even taken over my bedroom.  The mama boy of a cat reminds me that reality has set it.  Life moves on, and the cat must go outside...or something like that.