I was asked by one of my close girlfriend’s the other day if I ever get tired…
This was yesterday, while Matthew was away overnight on business:
6 am: Foot in face. (William hopped into my bed at 3 am and horse-kicked my nose on way into bed)
8:30 am: About to leave to drop William off at pre-school. Searching for shoes that were left at Auntie Janie’s the day before. Slipped on a maple frosted donut that Alexander had dropped on the floor.
10 am: Trying to fix Henry’s swing. One of the batteries got stuck and it wouldn’t come out. This swing is Henry’s MECCA. He loves it.
11:30 am: Picking William up from pre-school. Can’t find my license. You need to have a license to pick him up. Even moms and dads. Excellent rule. I love this rule. Finally found my license in my pocket.
1 pm: Nobody would nap. Not Alex. Not Ben. Not Henry.
3:30 pm: Cannot find William’s favorite shoes. Called Jane. They were at her house from the day before. Drove there to get them.
5 pm: Get a call from my husband that he won’t be home at 8 pm from NYC. More like 11 pm.
6:30 pm: Dinner. Ben decided to throw his whole bowl of lasagna on the floor. Imagine my happiness when I noticed half of it went into the diaper bag.
And just when I was at my wit’s end… my oldest son asks me why I still have a belly… am I having another baby?
And then it’s time for bed. And I see these 4 beautiful little boys start to fall asleep. I kiss and hug each of them. And just when I’m about to leave William and Alexander’s bedroom, William asks me, “Do you know how much I love you, Mommy? I love you the whole wide world.”
Yes, some days. These days. I wouldn’t trade anything for them. Tired? What’s that?