There are many times during the day when I want to pull my hair out, turn on Elmo, give the kids sugar, and lay on the couch and let them destroy the house. However, there are also times when I look at my two kids and feel so blessed. Today, I had both of those moments, but the good moments were really good.
At one point today, I was making dinner, and I had Rose in her bouncy chair playing with a toy. Abe was sitting on the kitchen counter eating some veggies I had cut for dinner. I had soup cooking on the stove, and cornbread in the oven. We were listening to Abe's favorite CD, "Baby loves Jazz: Duck Ellington" and I was dancing in the middle of the kitchen entertaining the two of them. I just looked at my babies and felt so lucky that I was with them instead of 30 seventh graders.
I've been trying to decide if it is denial or insanity that makes me think I can handle three babies, but I realize it is those special dancing in the kitchen kind of moments that keeps me rosy and upbeat.