Last night and almost all of today I've just had Nate and Soph with me. My middle kids. They get along so well when the other kids aren't here. Even their fighting is almost friendly. Last night we walked over to the grocery store to buy some candy (they only got 30 pieces between the two of them and they seemed a little dejected) and as we made our way down the dark sidewalk Nate said to Soph, You know what? We're like totally getting along and being nice and I really like it. See how much better it is when we get along? It's really cool. This is my favorite night, ever.
It seems to be the case that any combination of the kids that doesn't add up to four makes things around here more peaceful. Like how I wish it could be all the time.
I'm in a weird place; really happy but also so stressed out and worried about too many things. I cannot keep up with my life anymore. I'm behind on everything from bills to laundry to the kids' dental appointments. I keep on doing what I can, but it's comical how small of a dent my near-constant efforts make.
I'm going to take a stab at nablopomo.