Beat Up

Out of the blue my mom called Thursday and asked if she could take Cole and Jonah for a couple of nights to Columbia. I, of course, said yes. After meeting her and dropping them off, I could not believe the amount of tension that was lifted off of my shoulders. I don't mean to sound like my children are a source of tension- they are not. But, the constant pulling, scheduling, refereeing, feeding, dressing/ undressing, changing, and balancing quality time with them all makes me feel like I've been beat up by the schoolyard bully. I absolutely would not take anything for my active boys; but I do get frustrated with how people take for granted how difficult it is to pack up a clan and have an outing. Truly, just going to the grocery store is a major chore with little results. With all of the boys in the buggy, there is little room left to put in groceries! Just short trips for us. Let's not even mention trying to go to the water park alone or beach- HA! I forgot we lived 30 minutes from the sea I love so! It can be a lonely place to have 3 loud, energetic, and fearless Jeffcoat boys. There are few who can handle time with them. I commend my awesome playgroup mommies! Without them, I would have gone loony long ago! They are all brave, non-judgmental, and gifts of Jesus!
This is me whining a little because I have time to. Rest assured, my boys will be back this morning and all of this will be a farce and there, once again, will be dirty underwear on the floor, drink cups in various places, and wrestling matches commencing. Oh, what a life!