The last few days have been a liiitttle overwhelming. I havent really stopped to think about it much until I was literally feeding G in her carseat mashed potatoes (from Popeyes) off my pinky while driving at 6:30 last night while JG was incessantly asking me to "shawe my coke." I was making verrrry sure she wasnt choking, but after a meeting last night, it was 6:30 before she got to partake in the butter filled "mash tatoes" as her brother calls them. Now, some might say bad mom, but thats ok, I am well aware of my lack of tact and nutrition guidelines when it comes to meals, at times. Some days fast food will have to do, even though my kids are juuust fine with it. After morning mass with the school, and JG singing loud, the kids behind me replying in mass (yes 3 year olds) when I stop and take a moment to enjoy the chaos and lack of organization I realize that even though I am able to pull life off. My kids are alive and healthy at the end of the day, who could ask for more?
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