One child, writing a story. Another child, reading a book. The third child, learning her shapes. And the fourth, eating.
I was full of joy thinking that 9 years ago my heart ached for children and I had none. Now there are 4 within 10 feet of me.
In the same breath I was overwhelmed. Each one required attention and I found myself breathing deep and saying, "just a sec!"
I had to come to grips of my plans today to defunk my house of Christmas were thrown out my icy window.
At the same time I find myself frustrated and at peace.
In the quiet of the last 10 minutes, i wrote this post. Now within the few minutes the crazy has kicked in again. (That last sentence literally took me 5 minutes to write).
I'd love to write more, but the crying baby calls for me.
Oh the life with 4...here we go!