Full time working mommies are always tired.
Getting the three big ones to bed while shimmying the baby around on our hips was an act of clever choreography. Especially when they all snooze in the same room.
The living room is a jumble of supper dishes, homework papers, puzzle pieces and dolly strollers. The couch cushions were constantly on the floor, accompanied by the throw blankets and broom sticks--presumably, an attempt at camping in the wild west.
Supper was meatballs and ride--for two. The little one doesn't eat anything with sauce, and the big one is a vegetarian. Just for this week. Next week, one won't eat onions, and another avoids the fresh basil.
Ah.
Bliss.
We were happy.
Overworked. Exhausted. Anxious about tomorrows morning and evening relay races and stressed by this evening's chores.
But in it together. We laughed over toilet training, commiserated about our lack of closet space. Our postage stamp yard served as not only a playground for our favorite little people, but as a mommy watering can--giving us vital nutrients. Water and sunlight.
We were strong. Raising our families, supporting our husbands and children and doing it now, with the years of vibrant energy.
Schep Nachas ladies.
Together, we defied logic.
We were happy together.