Went to the library after school today- I must be crazy going there with 4 boys. Everyone elso thought I was crazy too. The baby pooped, the 2 year old was fighting with a little girl over the green chair, the 5 year old wanted to borrow 10 movies and the 7 year old asked me where the section on politics was. So 2 armloads later: Dumbo, The Egyptian World, Picky Princess, The Eyewitness book about the Presidents and One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish...... and so on; we were ready to leave....or so I thought. After my 5 year old dropped his books 3 or 4 times, the librarian brought over a bag- not sure if he was sympathetic or just pissed off. Sent the 7 year old to the car with the baby, but of course, the 2 year old was NOT ready to leave. A very embarrassed mama (that's me) had to carry him out to the car- boots flying, legs kicking, coatless and screaming.

Some day I'll be at the library all by myself and I'll be daydreaming fondly of these days...I think I might even be melancholy enough to even miss them. I know this because I often have this feeling on a night like tonight when I peek into each room, soak up the serene expressions on their peaceful sleeping faces, give them a little kiss and take a deep breath. It's a tingling feeling of satisfaction that I've made it through another day. And...it put's a little smile on my face.


Goodnight.