Tuesday, August 25, 2009  mom again  Ah, it feels good to be
home again. Cleaning up poop from the rug, digging clay out of
the nearby riverbanks with my older boys and tossing it at each
other, having family pizza movie nights [who doesn't love "Air
Bud?"], and having meaningful conversations such as, "But WHY
can't I have a ring pop for dessert after breakfast?" It's
funny, but stuff like this used to drive me crazy about being
home, but this past year I've grown to the point where I enjoy
it. I think I enjoy my family and my life more now than I ever
have, because I don't have so much anxiety anymore. It's
amazing. Experience helps, too. When you've cleaned up little
boy poop for 6 years, you start to get used to it and not see it
as such a big deal anymore. When you've been bitten a million
times on the nipple by your youngest child, you start to realize
that it's not going to fall off or anything, so it doesn't seem
like such a big deal either.  We watched the movie "Australia"
tonight. It was good, thou