You would not believe it if I told you

Shall I tell you?

My mom kept all the kids (overnight!) last night until this afternoon. Yes, all the kids. Until this afternoon. An overnight stay. That would be 7 of them. Yes, she did. What kind of award does this woman deserve?

I had the day of my dreams. It only became the stuff dreams are made of after the joy of receiving several small people into my life. Before that it would have been the stuff regular-old-drag-of-a-day-nothing-too-exciting-and-lots-of-hard-work-kind-of-not-really-great-at-all-night frights are made of.

I cleaned and sorted and organized and de-cluttered and scrubbed and rearranged. All alone. Oh my, my, my goodness gracious. Heaven on a stick.

I don't know when the last time I was all alone in my house was. Ages ago I suppose.

Then I got a speeding ticket racing in to get the youngsters.
That was not good.

Then those young ones came into the perfectly primped house and started behaving the way children (who have pretty much zero respect or appreciation for their mother's hard labor throughout this glorious day and started immediately messing it up) do.
That was not good.

Then, they began showing their inevitable grandma hangover. (Not quite enough sleep, a few more treats than usual, change of authority figure, having to once again recall the ((forgotten)) rules that apply here, in this home, where the majority of them have spent 99.9% of their waking and sleeping hours on this awesome earth.)
So, yeah. That was not good.

But daddy-o and I had a date last night that was incredibly fun. Because even after all these years, we really do like eachother. (Pei Wei and Big Lots bargain shopping followed by American Idol. Yes, we do it up right. You know it! Those Deutsches are wicked cool.)

And my day. Oh my day. Now, that was good.
Thank you grandma JJ.