Is SO over.
I took 7 weeks off from our childcare/preschool gig after Maggie was born, and let me tell you, they have been blissful. They've also been crazy, because, you know, newborn, Christmas, newborn, 2nd Christmas, newborn, New Years, newborn, weddings, newborn.
But, honestly, mostly blissful.
Today, my house flooded with children again. Chatty, needy, sweet, cuddly, messy, independent, dependent children. And you know what?
We made it! Me and five children. We made it pretty well actually. The biggest disaster was that Henry peed on the floor. But, you know, that happens on a good day too, so no biggie.
After everyone left this afternoon, Henry & I snuggled on the sofa to read and have 'cozy time' (his words, not mine) together. And then Maggie nursed, and we had 'cozy time' together (my words, not hers.) And then I turned on Sesame Street and Maggie is on one side of me and Henry is on the other and we are cozy and we are tired.
But, in a few minutes, we'll pull it together and eat leftovers for dinner and go to bed. WAIT, no- baths. It's Bath Night. Actually, bath night was 2 night ago, so tonight is No, Seriously, Bath Night. But then they'll go to bed.
And I will most likely fall asleep on the sofa beside my long-suffering husband. Wake up to feed a baby a few times, and then wake up for real in the morning and do it all again.
I'll be tired. I may be permanently tired. But, I'm also pretty thankful. Thankful for two healthy, sweet children. Thankful for three extra children. Thankful for a job that allows me to be at home and spend my days with my family.
So, I guess in way, I'm thankful for being tired.
I think. I'm too tired to tell for sure.