I don’t want to scare my childless friends or irritate the people who have forgotten the harsh reality of raising small children, so I won’t go into the details of what has been happening over here for the past few weeks. 

I can tell you that Maverick has been out of school for a total of 9 out of the past 15 school days and Asher did not attend Mother’s Day Out for the past 2 weeks in a row. I can tell you that having all three of my children stuck at home with me when it’s extremely cold and/or wet outside makes me crazy and that causes me to question what kind of mother I am.

I can tell you that Asher damn near got crushed under an enormous dresser that he tried to climb on Wednesday, and it upset me so badly that I cried for two hours. Which I think might be a record. 

I could go on and on telling you tidbits like these, which would build a case for why I need a storage room to house a stockpile of k-cups, wine, and toilet paper. I tire of going to the store multiple times a week for those items. And I guess I’d need to hoard diapers in there too, although I don’t love the idea of sharing my storage area with the children.

But all is not lost because school starts back tomorrow. 

And I have this.

I love.