Rainin' on a Tuesday.

Middle of the week crazies!

Homework, homework, everywhere, everywhere.

Instead of doing my homework, I am going to blog to get my thoughts in order.
As if that ever happens.

Last night, we ventured to watch Eli kick at a football game. I love watchin' my little boy kick.

Like he is my little boy anymore. Anyways, he kicked. Some good, some not so good. He still impresses me every time he kicks. My hope is that he kicks all the way thru college. At Harvard.

School is going good for the kids. We seem to be in a new routine and it is going pretty smoothly. We have added Mallie to the mix, and I love her so much. She is a joy, with a quirky personality. But that fourth kid is hard. HARD. Mallie is a great kid. I enjoy her being around. She is one of my own. My issue lies with my other kids. The workload for me is not any harder for kid #4, it is dealing with the interactions between my kids. They gang up on me. Some nights, we are slacking on consistant bedtimes. That makes for overtired kids, which in turn makes for morning tears.

Just imagine. FOUR KIDS TO SCHOOL BY 7:30 a.m.
If someone woulda told me this ten years ago, I woulda laughed. But we make it, it is OK. When I get to work, I take a deep breath. I feel as though I have ran a marathon. In a good way.

Thank You Liquid Hormones.