After we got both kids fed, bathed, changed, read to, prayed with, bundled, sang to, re-bundled, given ”one last drink” for the 3rd time, taken to the bathroom, rocked, tucked in, and locked in, and after we folded and put away the SIX loads of laundry on our bed, we crashed. For the first time all day we sat down, and for the first time in our lives we literally saw a glimpse of what insanity feels like. We began to cry and then laugh because we were crying and then cry because we were laughing so hard and then laugh because we felt so crazy. We actually started dreaming we were in strait jackets, locked in a room, counting ceiling tiles.
After a few hours of dreaming we were once again here...
...we woke up happy and sane once again and had Blueberry Oatmeal Pancakes for breakfast with two wonderful kids:)
I know our blog screams PMS sometimes, but that's just life and this is just a little family history in the making... Life is good.