On the eve of Mother’s Day, the kiddos are keeping me busy.
Little Man won’t sleep because he slept almost all of yesterday and much of this morning after having a bout with the pukes.
Middle Man is sleepwalking and trying to get into the closet. He is fighting with me that it’s his bedroom as he tries to rip the door off the hinges.
And Big Man is coughing while he sleeps, fighting the asthma that grips his lungs especially hard this time of year.
But at least we are all here together. We had a good day. I hope to have a great day tomorrow.
Being a mommy is tough. That’s not news to anyone. There’s something new every day.
But being a mommy to three boys? That’s an extreme sport.