Today Was....*Deep Breath*

It was good, actually.

We were reminded today by an unlikely source that we really are good parents, so that was pretty awesome.

Libby had her first day at the new preschool. She really enjoyed herself. I was happy because she was happy, but I wasn't as thrilled. We will see. If she continues to like it, then I will like it. Idk, this change has been harder than I ever really expected it to be.

We spent the day running around and now, I'm enjoying a beer and a movie with the husband and watching the snow fall outside. So relaxing.

Back to work tomorrow for 3 shifts in a row. Good times.

Some Days Are Better Than Others

...And today was one of those days.

I have found over the past 9 years that parenting is not always easy. That somehow, you have to be strong even though you are exhausted after only having 4 hours of sleep. Kids don't care that their parents are tired. You don't have the luxury of taking a nap in the middle of the day. You just have to suck it up and do the best you can.

The older kids don't care that the baby is teething, or hasn't slept through the night since the day he was born.

The baby doesn't care that the older kids are hungry and want lunch.

The baby also doesn't care that mom and dad both work and work terrible hours. That mom just needs a few minutes to wrap a few Christmas presents or needs to do five loads of laundry or balance the checkbook.

None of the kids understand that mom and dad would like 5 minutes to themselves.

This is parenting.

You Have Got To Be Kidding Me

The fevers are back.

This all started exactly one week ago today.

Cut me a break, seriously.

When Life Changes..

Our house does not have a lot of storage space, and back in the laundry room there are about 9 storage bins of baby clothes. Baby clothes from having 5 babies. I've put it off for a long time, knowing that I need to go through all of them and donate a lot of it.

And that is what I did last night.

I went through each one, pulling out outfits I hadn't seen in so long, remembering when the kids wore them.

I found Jack's little fleece brown bear hat from Gap that Dan and I bought him right before he was born. We have so many pictures of him wearing it and I hadn't been able to find find it. And there it was. I let out a little bit of a *sigh* when I saw it. It was like finding a treasure. The little brown bear hat didn't go anywhere. I just couldn't part with it. I tucked it away in Jack's memory box thinking maybe one day I would see it again.

And there was Sam's little white onsies from Old Navy with a red wagon on the front. My favorite little outfit when he was just a few weeks old.

And one of Will's preemie outfits that he wore for weeks after he was born. I couldn't believe how tiny it was and it's funny how we just don't remember him that small. But he was.

So many little clothes, and so many memories.

All in all, I cleared out two large storage bins. I couldn't do it all at once, the emotions take over after a while. I have yet to go through all of the girls things. That is for another day.