Three of my kids are off at school.
Two are watching "Sophia the First", a new love in this house.
The one year is sitting on me and cries if i move.
The nine month old is experimenting with broccoli in the high hair, but is starting to complain,
My days all run together and I get way less showers than I used to. Every minute of my day seems to be spent filling a need of one child or another.
I chose this.
I love it.
It overwhelms me.
I am not very good at it though, at least in my own opinion.
I am not very patient.
I am not always loving.
But, I am more patient than I used to be.
More forgiving than I used to be.
And better at this than I used to be.
Who knows, by the time I grandchildren I might actaully have this down.