This past weekend, I was a mother of four for Saturday and Sunday. And Monday morning, which was really the most exhausting part.

Since I'm so exhausted, I'm gonna have to write about that soon. Hopefully tomorrow. As it often goes with writing, if I put it off much longer, I'm not likely to get to it at all. Or when I do, it won't be written about with the same emotions and memories as writing, say, tomorrow or the day after would.

Look forward, faithful reader, to the installment about going from the youngest child, free and independant for years, to a mother of four (ranging from 5-15) overnight.