"I have done a poor job..."

There was this quote I found the other day {and fitting since a few girlfriends I were talking about it last night... the conversation about when you "know you are done" having children}... and I laughed because although you sometimes wish you could just be left a lone for 5 min. you, later, realize that you would do anything for those 5 min. of your kids climbing all over you again.

I swear that R can smell me in the morning - when I open my eyes no sooner than 10 min. pass before my sidekick is at my side ready to attack the day. I, also, wonder what the fascination with "mom peeing" is that they have? Why can I not pee by myself. It is just a 30 sec. break and I hardly get that one.

The other day I ran upstairs crawled under Reagan's blanket on her bed put a pillow over my head and just sat there. No sooner had 5 min pass before I heard "mommy you upstairs?" in R's high pitched voice. To which I didn't respond. But she figured me out. As well as H, who just looked at me and asked for food. Then I had Spencer upstairs 5 min. after that looking for me. He took the blanket off me and I just squealed "PLEASE LET ME BEEEEE!", he laughed I laughed and then I climbed out of bed or was rather dragged by R. In these moments I do want 5 min. of peace... but alas, gratefully through clenched teeth, I will not get those 5 min. because as someone at Spencer's Christmas party said, "You are blessed, oh so blessed". Referring to my blessing of marriage and children. To which I am blessed.

So I laughed when I read the following quote:

"My wife and I have failed with our children,

they have all grown up."

How excited I am for my children's futures. How I love watching them in most all of their moments... and how I will crumble - as most mothers/parents do - when they leave home. But to know that when they do leave, they will have the chance {near in their future} to feel the joy that Spencer and I have felt while raising them is a joy all in its own. There is nothing like the joy and love of having your own; in whatever way they get to you... they are yours and you are theirs.