Well, we survived. All four of us. Five, if you count Eric.
It would have been nice to be a little closer to full health before having to manage the day by myself. But it didn’t go too badly overall.
We did have to start the day with discipline. Alex was sitting on my desk which he is NOT allowed to do. And he knows it. But thankfully, I didn’t have to spend the entire day correcting them. Being consistent is really hard when you’re only barely managing to keep ahead of normal behavior!
Megan is really laid back, so she was pretty easy to manage. But the twins were a little needy, a little whiny. Erin threw a couple of tantrums. Alex got really unhappy after nap time. Still no real idea what his beef was, but he got white stuff (in case it was constipation) and ibuprofen (in case it was his 2-year molars bothering him). And he did get better before bed.
Of course, I probably overdid a bit today. My hormones got to me a couple of times. And my body started rebelling by early evening. I guess I’ll have to learn better how to pace myself. ‘Cause I’m so good at that… 
But we did survive. And that, in itself, is an accomplishment. And a sign of God’s grace. I’m sure we’ll get the hang of it as we go. And as I continue to heal.
And hopefully, I’ll get a few minutes to write a more interesting post about all three kids and some of the fun things we’ve had going on (before I forget them all). And maybe I’ll throw in a picture or two, too. We shall see…
Anyway…off to bed…happy Monday!
