Its the little things

Its the little things in life that mean so much. 

Like when the clock strikes 8:00pm and you know that soon your little ones will be tucked in their beds and you know what that means - YOU SURVIVED THE DAY!

And like when you have to be somewhere and you are trying to get everyone in the van and someone forgot their shoe or needed a drink or pooped in their diaper and then finally everyone is strapped in the van, and just for a moment you take a second and shout for joy and do some kind of funky dance to celebrate that fact that you all actually made it into the van.  And now you can leave.

I mean running a marathon, getting your PhD, going to law school, sure those are difficult things to do and you feel great when you accomplish them, but not as great as those beautiful mom moments when all of the children are in their beds asleep or strapped in their car seats and can't destroy anything.

Sorry, I might have been trying to channel Erma Bombeck just then.