This post contains nothing of merit or interest.
I awoke this morning, feeling my usual mix of anxious and…..anxious.
So freaking much can go wrong in a day,
My day starts with dirty diapers and ends with dirty diapers.
Somewhere in the middle is school, food, cleaning,
appointments, more food, dirty diapers, and finding a new hiding place for “Mr. Brown can Moo”.
When bedtime arrives (deep breathe in!) and everyone is full, clean and breathing and then at last….asleep,
I crawl into bed wondering how it all happened.
Taking care of eight children is exhausting.
Throw in a puppy and a husband who’s work hours are all over the place,
and the house. Oh. My. Gosh.
I live for the day when the think is DONE.
It is a wonder I haven’t gone mad.
Stress. And yet.
There are adorable chickadees and good music
I am feeling mad hatter-ish and life is one whacked out, tea party.
Fortunately I happen to like tea parties.