“Wow, you’ve got your hands full.” (eye roll or sympathetic grin)
That’s the typical response when someone hears I have 4 kids. For some reason, 3 is considered totally normal. But, one more than that, and you are a glutton for punishment or something.
“How do you keep up?” usually follows.
I’m busy — no, not busy — purposeful. And, yes, somedays I feel like I’m just keeping my head about water. But, it’s not always that way.
Our days are not all over scheduled. We aren’t a soccer family, going to practices every night and cheering at games on the weekends. We aren’t going through fast food drive thru lines to catch dinner in between activities. We do have free evenings, particularly on weekends since somehow having “a lot of kids” keeps you anchored on Saturday nights.
And, on those free evenings, we pretty much just spend time together. Red box movie nights. Dessert at Dunkin Donuts. Walks in the park.
And, these unexciting times become my favorite times. No agenda. No technology except to find out how long the iditarod race is for Evan. And, the only frustration being my inability to get a good picture of my 4 children.
