I woke up this morning at the bright and early time of 5:30 am. Rolled over to my precious little infant who only slept half the night and who was smiling ear to ear and chatting away to try and get my attention. A little annoyed, I picked him up and walked downstairs. Half-heartily made my coffee so I could keep my eyes open the rest of the day, and started answering emails to get a head start on work. Owen, on the other hand, wasn't having it. He wanted Mommy, and he wanted my full and undivided attention.
And that has been most of our day. I've gotten a little work in, a few Avery Lane posts up and fed the other kids at least once. Avery is still in her pajamas and Jayden has successfully moved his entire room to the *unfinished* basement because he and Evan can't stop arguing over who is suppose to be quiet in their room. And today I've just smiled. Soaked it in and enjoyed the chaos.
Sure, there are still days when I wonder what it would be like to wake up, drop my kids off at daycare and sit in my office... in silence. To have an adult conversation or even a reason to dress in something other than sport shorts. To come home to a relatively clean house, since no one has been there all day, and not mix my piles of work with my piles of laundry. To look at the checking account and see all the extra money I could have if I had only kept my day job. And let's not forget the days that I want to take them all to the fire station. Bid them goodbye and hope they try and find me when they are grown and have overcome their emotional scars of being given away.
But today, I'm reminded that these are the best days of my life. I get to see my babies growing up in front of me and I'm so thankful to be here for every minute of it. To see every smile and hear every giggle. To give all the hugs and kisses I can stand and even break up the fights. I look into the eyes of my 7 month old and then my 10 year old and I'm reminded of how fast it really does go. That in less than 10 years from now, I will, more than likely, have two less children in my home. That my baby will be almost 11 and that my little girl will be a teenager.
And I decide that these are truly the days worth living for.