It was rainy this morning, but I had our bedroom window open which faces all the houses across the street. Natalie and Jansen were both whining and crying and I could see my neighbors (who don't have any kids yet) in their garage across the street and I wondered if they could hear the kids and also wondered if they were thinking how sorry they felt for me all cooped up inside with whiny children.
Gratefully, the thing is, I don't feel sorry for myself. I love being a mom and I love my life. Today I pulled the most disgusting hair ball out of the shower drain, I cleaned the toilet, removed a gross shower curtain and replaced it, dragged the kids to 2 stores, cleaned up crayon drawings off the kitchen floor and kitchen table, wiped up milk off the coffee table, changed 2 dirty diapers, etc. DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME or think I am a Pollyanna. I did not really enjoy any of it, but deep down I am still so happy. Maybe a better word is fulfilled. Fulfilled by my husband, my kids, my friends and family, and my faith.