Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.

Roughly translated, the more things change, the more things stay the same.

I was thinking about this the other day as I swept the floor (again), did the dishes (again), prepped some food (again), put away toys, trinkets, and clothing (again).

Hmmm, the more things change, the more they stay the same.

The kids are growing, learning and exploring, but some things never change. Namely, cooking for them, cleaning for them, and picking up after them. Oh, and the noise and commotion. It's constant. Like living in a never ending thunderstorm. Actually, that's not true, it does end. Every night around 8pm when they go to bed.

I had a little taste of change a few weeks ago. I was home alone in the house, with the kids in care or school, and me home from work. It was so quiet. I remember thinking that in 20 years, they'll be all grownup, and moved on, and it will be like this all the time.

Hmmm, think I'll need to get a dog.