I will survive, I will survive, I will survive

This little guy is exhausting, adorable, restless, needy, entertaining, uncooperative, energetic, hilarious, devious, daring, darling, destructive, draining, unpredictable, affectionate, mischievous, captivating, and crazy.

And I couldn’t love him more!

The emotional pendulum swings all throughout the day….I love them, they’re driving me crazy, they’re adorable, when is your father going to be home, look how great they play together, stop fighting.  Back and forth, back and forth.   Right now I’m in a Couldn’t Love Them More type of mood.  I think I’m trying to harness strength to survive tomorrow, though.

My van gave up the ghost (translation = the transmission went out) so we’re stuck at home this week until we figure out what our next form of transportation will be.  And P.S. it died on the drive home from the Orlando Temple last Saturday and we spent 2 1/2 hours in a cold, dark car with our three small friends on the side of a highway in the middle of nowhere munching on raisins and pretzels with no cell service until roadside service (aka my parents and Michael) finally got our texts and came to save us.  It wasn’t actually cold in the car; I just added that for dramatic impact.  Fun times!

Homebound + no stroller because it’s in the van + 3 restless kids + one has a broken leg and wants to be held all day + teething = exhausting chaos.

Yet there’s no place I’d rather be?

Motherhood is so weird.