From as far back as I can remember I have wanted to become a mom. I had in fact decided that 12 was a good number to start with. (A crazy notion, I have since discovered.) Then I had the pleasure of becoming with child, and I quickly discovered that I was not willing to repeat this pleasure 12 times.
My evening last night didnt quite start out on the right note. In fact, I called my friend, a subscriber to this Blog, and told her, Ive just left my house with World War 2 going on. I had to leave at 6:30pm to attend a charity event, and put my hubby in charge of finishing up dinner, homework and bath. As I was leaving, my 3 year old was running around naked, my big son was twirling the food around in his plate, and there was just enormous chaos during that bewitching hour. Oh the bewitching hour!