Yesterday I called my mom 3 times in 47 minutes. The first time I chatted like everything was fine. The next call ( 4 minutes after we hung up) I called her back bawling hysterically. Seriously had lost my ever freaking pregnant mind. Can I do this? Can I have 4 and still keep it all together? It’s not the baby. That’s the fun part! It’s the everything else that’s getting me worried. So after really nice encouraging talk only a mom can give I felt a little better. Then I went and got my meatloaf out of the oven and went to pour some of the extra fat off it into the sink and dumped half down the drain. Then the real crying began. And another hysterical phone call . Today will be better.

As I was writing this the boys climbed on the counter, into a box of packing peanuts, then fell off the counter (still in the box) and spilled them all over.
Merry Christmas! Packing peanuts… the gift that keeps on giving!

Today will still be better!?!