I've been reluctant to call home and ask for the kids because I didn't want to upset the apple cart, so to speak. If they're happy, best to leave them be. But yesterday I got a phone call from home and I asked to talk to them. The instant I heard my son's voice, I realized just how much I miss those little tykes. I don't miss all the work that comes with them but I sure do miss the wonderful little people that they are and the overflowing love that they bring into my life.
Having said that, I had to chuckle yesterday when I saw what my cousin posted to her Facebook page. (This is the cousin who's watching the kids while we're here on vacation.)
That really made me chuckle. I immediately thought, "Welcome to my world!"
Although, I have to tell you, it surprised me a little because I kept thinking, she's young, surely she'll have the energy and stamina to last a week with these kids. But, nope, even my 18 year-old cousin is worn out by the little tykes! And I'm choosing to be flattered by that (as well as trying to not feel guilty for possibly throwing her in over her head).
I think I've remarked before on the frequency that people praise me for the job I'm doing. I'm always mystified by that because what I frequently focus on are the many ways I believe that I'm failing my children. But I think maybe people realize that just surviving the day is a feat worthy of celebration. *hehe* Maybe now I can start realizing that too.
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