So today was busy as always, I just cant seem to find out where all the time goes.

It started out horrible with Brody waking up at 4 am sick and crying with a fever so hot you could fry eggs on his head. Then we stayed up until 530 when he finally fell back asleep. The whole time i was praying that Brynden wouldnt wake up. then the alarm goes off at 630 i have already fed the baby, dont remember doing it but it must have been done as he is still not awake yet. Taylor is still sleeping even though he should have been up 5 minutes ago and now he is late! I cant even keep my eyes open long enough to tell him to get up. And the day has just begun. I have approximately 30 minutes before i need to get Boston out of bed so that we can start the summer school process of eating breakfast brushing teeth and getting dressed all before the bus arrives. Have fed baby again by this time, boston is has gotten on the bus and Brody is still sleeping.

just when i think that maybe i might be able to go back to bed since the baby is now back asleep, Brody has woken up and i have resigned myself to another one of those days. I contact my partner in crime, linda and make plans to trek (yes trek, since it is a mile away) to the park. we make it there in one sweaty piece. play 3 hours worth of scrabble and walk back, compeltely drained.

still cannot sleep as Boston has not come home from summer school and then next thing i know it is 630pm and where has all the time gone? Seems like ia m always cleaning and doing laundry and yellng at the boys to play nice and to share. That I am always feeding the baby and that things are never done. When my husband comes home, and asks what such and such is doing out, my response is "just leave it there and when i am done, i will take care of it" like i am not busy enough! Its the dishes are still in the sink, the laundry not put away, the strollers still out, where is the extra toothpaste, mom, brody wont let me watch tv. Its enough to make a woman go mad!

But at the end of the day, when all the monkeys have been put to bed, and its just me and my husband, hanging out, the dishes are usually done and the house relatively clean, i think to myself, this wasnt such a bad day after all.

I am blessed with healthy children, a loving husband, a roof over our heads and the money to buy things that we need and most often than not, things that we want.

And i sigh, get in bed and turn the lights out, ready to start this whole thing all over again tomorrow.