Quiet time

Hey there little blog o' mine.  It's been awhile.  But not to worry, I haven't completely forgotten you. 

You see I've been busy.  I'm now a mother of three.  THREE! 

All under the age of 4.  Yes, we are crazy. 

But thanks to the awesomeness of my super husband we are making it all work with minimal tears and a few hours of sleep each night.  Oh boy, is he great.  Where I have been slacking off, he's picked up and just did it without conplaints.  All the while, learning another language.  A relatively hard language.  One where there is no Rosetta Stone to fall back on.  I know his brain is just worn out after spending hours upon hours in language training.  But as soon as his feet hit the doorway he keeps on going and becomes Mr. Mom.  What a trooper, I love him so.

I didn't intend for this to become a gush-fest about the dear Hubs but I can't help it.  He took the day off today so that I could rest and have a little quiet time.  So right now he is out with the two "big" kids on an adventure and I'm sitting in my pajamas enjoying a cup of a coffee with the hum of the baby swing in the background.  Wonderful. 

No one is jumping around on the couch beside me.  I am able to actually put my mug down beside me without the fear of a kid getting scalded accidentally.  And I'm not constantly raising a hand to protect my c-section incision line*.  I love my kids but being a human jungle gym does get old sometimes.  Especially, since I've now developed a little infection at the corner of the incision and it is tender to the touch.

So thanks to my husband, I'm enjoying the little things in life this morning and I think that is just what the doctor ordered.