One

The week was a blur. And absolute blur – filled with babies and babies and babies and – you get the idea I am sure. My husband came home from his out of town adventure yesterday and it has been pure bliss ever since. I only have to carry one squirming toddler. I only have to feed one screaming little man. I only have to bath and change and torture one tiny people. It is easy. At least in comparison to taking care of both of them all of the time. One – is easy. Go ahead mothers of one. Get mad. I can hear you now - "I know she didn't just say THAT" Well - I did just say it. And I will continue to say it. It is a matter of perspective, sure. But from my perspective - one - is easy.