What's next?

Nope. WHO'S next?

Life with children, especially little ones, is a constant game of asking, "What's next?"

What's the next illness? What's the next thing they'll break? What's the next parenting challenge, property destruction, heartbreak, injury, or infuriating time I'll scream, "WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES!?!?!?" What's. Next?

There's a flip side to that coin, too. What's next? What new delight will come out of their mouths? What new thing will they learn that will come out of the left field? What way will they make me feel loved and supported and special, like I'm the best Mom in the world, even when I scream, "WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES!?!?!?!?"

This happens professionally, too. What's next? Even in marriage. What's next? What thing in our house will break? What stress will happen that throws us off?

And the flip side of that, too. What's next? What plants do I want to try for the first time this year? What cheeses have I never made? What new crazy thing do I want to do? Right now, I am turning my multi-colored rainbow eggshells into beeswax candles for the table next week. My husband is thrilled there's wax melting on the stove as he makes dinner.

He's used to my quirky projects or bananas ideas. It's a constant in his life. I'm sure he looks at me some days (most days) and asks, "What's next?"