Five months is a long time. It's time enough to mourn the Fab Four, pack, move, paint, paint some more, spend some time with the Sisters, read some books (more than one in a few months even!), get bored, get really bored, miss being a mom more than I imagined possible, and get more kids.
It's also time to NOT eat mac and cheese, cook very often, change any diapers, clean the house regularly, do a zillion loads of laundry each week, or have to haul someone out of Target screaming.
But now we're back. And by "we" I mean "three plus me". Wednesday brought a 26 month old late night surprise. Yesterday brought an almost five year old and his 23 month old sister. So far we are all figuring each other out. The playroom has been broken in. The double stroller back in use. And the rounds to various playgrounds have already begun.
Welcoming 23, 24, and 25 for as long as they need to stick around.
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Wow! You're a superhero! GL!
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