But. . . I don't think you would have admired me if you saw me 5 minutes before. When we were walking out the back gate to school. And I started to ask my kids to head out the gate. And they didn't right away. Which they never do. And I have one big dog on a leash pulling me to go. And another dog trying to figure out a way to get his fat body out the gate as well. And the gate is open. And the kids still. . . just stand there! GO! I'm losing it. Because everything this week (and for the last year perhaps?) seems to have to take 10 times the effort and 10 times the time. So I'm half pulled one way by a big dog, while the other half of my body is throwing the fat dog back the other way. While I am no longer calmly telling my children to "JUST WALK OUT THE GATE." We finally make it out the gate. Jonas is crying because he didn't get to open the gate (he really can't reach it to do it), Emmy is crying because. . . well I don't know. Probably because she didn't get to close the gate. I did. Hard.
Yep, not so admirable.
But the nice old lady is very hard of hearing and wouldn't have been able to hear all that. So I just smiled nicely at her.
But there are moments (they've just seemed very few and far between this week) that I find complete bliss in my children.
Like Miles and how he does so great at school and loves it and loves to tell me what he did/learned:
Like Jonas and his silliness, which makes me smile and his brother and sister laugh:
Or like Emmy and the newest, greatest face she makes. She makes it when talking about scary things. I caught it on video - but ever so slight. She does it in the first part, then again towards the very, very end. I need to capture it on camera. It's adorable:
(p.s. We really do love the fat dog. And we usually don't call him that - just sometimes. But he's fat and it is our fault, we know. We are loving Scout, but sometimes he's like a 4th and very needy child. But cute. And an awesome running companion for me and ride-in-the-truck companion for Ben.)