Sometimes I think with longing of the days when I only had one child. I had so much time. I taught five classes every day, had nearly four hours set aside for writing, kept my house clean (okay, so that's debatable), and still doted on my son like crazy.
I felt like my life was hectic. Ha! I was young and naive. Even as I struggle with my three, I am in awe of my friends with four or five who do what I do and more.
Sunday I had the unusual experience of my 18-month-old daughter waking up from her nap two hours prior to my boys. For the first half an hour, I thought, "This is so easy! Just me and her." I started thinking that before I have any more children, I need to make sure the others are in school so it's just me and one child at a time.
After about an hour of me and her, however, I started thinking I needed to wake up my middle child so she'd have someone to play with! It was exhausting to keep up with her energy level. And as much as I love sitting on the couch and bumping noses and giggling, every time I'd try to get up, she'd pull me back down. Oh, she's a cutie.
But I had a sudden appreciation for siblings. They play together, they fight together, they entertain each other, and they bond together. And that definitely helps me keep my sanity.