I've been wanting to publish a post with lots of photos from Thanksgiving at our house. I've been meaning to start a load of my own laundry, instead of the infinite loads of baby laundry that scream for attention. I've been intending to hang some Christmas garland in my kitchen. I've been attempting to master my to-do list, but instead just keep making more. Some dreams just have to wait.
It's in the 30s here today and the high for tomorrow is 28. Yesterday, it was 76 degrees, which is exactly the reason I took the babies to a local park with the aid of my mom and step-dad. They had a blast running around and going down the slides, even though they're all sick again with cold #4569803458940. Immune system strengthening and all that crap aside, the truth is four sick babies is exhausting! But the flip side of that truth is that four babies in swings is worth it all in an instant.
The truth is my friend, Jo Ann, graciously showed up this morning to help me out so I could escape to Starbucks to work on a deadline I'm on for a few minutes. I got my black iced tea and found a seat only to realize I had on no socks with my boots, I had a headache brewing and there was frosting from the cinnamon rolls I'd made for breakfast smeared across my forehead.
But instead of diving into my article, I took a minute to pull up a photo I snapped of Kailey this morning in her adorably cute outfit so I could admire how grown up she was looking. And I texted it to the husband, who agreed we needed to slow time down! Our babies aren't babies anymore.
The truth is I'm rockin' motherhood today. Frosting and all.