I am now the proud owner of 3 sons. Almost 4, almost 2 and almost 2 months... If I admit their true ages (31/2, 22 months and 7 weeks) people reliably raise their eyebrows to phathom the reality and the audacity of my fertility: "You've been busy, "So close..." "Wow, mom's got her hands full." Yes, yes and yes.
I know.
What does one reply?
"Yeah... my husband and I just can't keep our hands off eachother." (TMI for a stranger)
"They're not all mine"?
Oh, but they are. All mine. And I love them.
I find that nowadays it's easy to get bogged down and dragging. The energy tank runs on fumes.
I tire of hearing, "mom... Mom... MOM...MOMMY MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM...!"
Drive a sane person insane... but really the term should be "out of sane."
So I drift off in thought about an answering maching: "Mommy's not here right now... please leave a message."
And wouldn't it be lovely if my children actually respected the system to leave a detailed message after the tone. Then mommy will return their call as soon as she has had more coffee.
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