It's 10:29 AM as I write this. I'm hiding on the floor next to the couch by the door with a pile of poopy diapers in the corner. I can't do this in another room because the kids will know I'm up to something and come find me. I can't do it on the couch because it's too obvious. So they are watching Frozen while I chug hot chocolate and try not to smell the diapers that I still need to take out (but haven't yet because when I open the door the kids will want to play outside but it's raining so then they'll be mad when I shut it without letting them go) and take a moment to complain about my day. I try to have a good attitude - I think we all should and do, most of the time - but today, if I'm being honest and truthful, is LAME. The kids slept terribly last night. Austin and I didn't get much sleep. Jack wanted to eat so often that I felt like I didn't have any more milk but he won't take a bottle. He refused to take his morn...
Austin, Jessie, Natalie, Stockton, Jack, and Claire (and Mario!)