There are days when I’m certain this phase of life might actually kill me off.
After a day of breaking up fights, making meals that people request and don’t intend to eat, listening to whining about…everything, running kids from one activity to the next, attempting to keep up with laundry and dishes, and trying to maintain order with three young ruffians, my sanity hangs by a very feeble thread.
There are days when I can’t wait for this phase of life to be over.
I ask Mr. Spreadsheets, “Won’t it be great when our kids are bigger?”
I dream of the days when they are all potty trained, when everyone can feed themselves, and when they need me just a little bit less.
Every time I say this, I am reminded that there are phases of life that we’ve completed. Read More »