I don’t label things. When I hear the word routine, I don’t readily have a definition for it. I once had to take my son late to school because I couldn’t find my car keys anywhere. (They were in the folding cup holder in the mini-van OF COURSE).
When my husband and I got married we thought, let’s wait a few years (maybe five!) to start a family. This was a very good idea. It was smart. We were young (some of us very young. One might say ‘child bride’) we had a lot of time ahead. Plenty of time to become parents. So waiting was the plan.
Anyway, about six weeks into our marriage we found ourselves jobless, moving in with my parents and expecting our first child. (See, something went wrong in there somewhere… the beginning of a series of ‘life not going as planned’ moments.)
Fast forward a year and a half later and we had baby number two (planned, because OH IT WOULD BE SO FUN TO HAVE THEM CLOSE TOGETHER!) and then another two years after that, our little Diva Baby rounded out the Yates pack. In year five of our marriage we weren’t starting our family…we were having our third child.
(Side note: There are a lot of small people in our house. We realized, somewhat belatedly that having three kids meant we were outnumbered. An uprising is likely imminent, but we’re sure when they install a new system of governance they will be fair.)
Oh, we had plans. Plans of obtaining financial solvency and buying a home before having a child. Plans of me being a stay at home mom who cooked and cleaned and ironed sheets.
The hubby and I have learned a thing or two in the past seven years, and the biggest recurring theme seems to be that life doesn’t go according to our plans. We’ve also learned that that’s okay. That very often, when our path veers sharply to the left and into a bramble patch, there’s something way cooler on the other side.
Remember my plans of being a homemaker who vacuumed in high heels and made quiche? Yeah, not so much. During my pregnancy with my second son I discovered romance novels. And after discovering romance novels I discovered a burning desire to write them. So alpha billionaires pushed the quiche recipe out of my brain, and my focus landed on writing as a career. Which, sort of works out because when I made my original plan, I forgot I was a terrible housekeeper.
We didn’t plan on having kids so quickly. We didn’t plan on dealing with ADHD and autism. We didn’t plan on me having a career and my husband being a part time stay at home dad. (who is, depressingly, a way better housekeeper than I am.)
We also couldn’t have imagined how blissfully happy we would be. Or how all the the challenges, expected, unexpected, welcome and, frankly, unwelcome, would make us stronger as a couple and as a family.
If we hadn’t lost our jobs, I would never being doing this for a living. If we hadn’t had our first surprise baby, we would’ t have our beautiful family. If not for the hard times, we wouldn’t appreciate the good quite as much.
So you’ve heard about a few of the curve balls life has thrown me. What are the biggest surprises in your life that have turned out surprisingly wonderful?
Maisey Yates is a USA Today Bestselling author of sexy, angsty, funny romances and a terrible housekeeper. When she’s not writing books, you can find her reading them. If you CAN find her beneath the massive pile of unfolded laundry. Maisey has three kids (5, 4, & 2) one husband (who is a much better housekeeper than she is) and not a single dull moment. You can find her on twitter, Facebook and her website.