This morning was ridiculous. The kids have this awesome ability to wake up with enough energy to power the nation. Needless to say it can be difficult to swallow before 7am. I sat on the couch, my head throbbing from my daily morning headache, feeding my beautiful baby...who was sad because a certain 2yr old clocked her with the remote moments earlier. My husband has an even harder time dealing with the onslaught of chaos that smacks you in the face immediately as you drag yourself out of bed. He went off to work ( a firehouse day) and I got busy doing all the un-fun things that come with being alone with 5 little kids. After he was gone I sat and contemplated a few comments that were tossed around that morning ("lets run away", "we need a nanny", "I can't stand the mornings"). Then Kate let out a huge belly laugh. I agreed with everything that we had said, but I also thought to myself how glad I was that I was here, experiencing the gut wrenching noise and huge belly laughs, as opposed to driving in traffic to some God forsaken office job. I love being at home with my babies. It is HARD, like the hardest kind of hard. It requires patience and energy that no human could possibly possess. But is anything else more worth the effort? No job that I ever had was. I would be just as aggravated, but at the end of the work day, did anyone really appreciate the effort I had put in that day? Had I really accomplished anything or changed any lives? Um, that would be a serious no. But now, I am at home, molding these young people. They end their days knowing they are safe and loved. Our world is crazy at best, but even on the very worst of days, there is no better place for me to be.