I think it's back to reality...

Bathrooms, laundry, vacuuming, sweeping, cooking dinner, homework all the usual stuff done today. I just kept telling myself: "I can do this." "I can handle four kids." "I am not tired." Now the day is over all four are sleep, one currently asleep on my chest as I type and I survived. I didn't get a shower and am still in my pajama pants with my hair tied on top of my head but at least I'm alive.

This little one is super sweet. He doesn't seem to be high maintenance, last night he only woke up to eat once between 8pm and 6:30am...I'm hoping that wasn't a fluke. He smiles when you talk to him and is pure joy to have. Now if I could say only say that about the other three. :)

Now it's time for bed for me.