Every morning I wake up with pastel dreams straight out of a pampers commercial of how wonderful my day with my baby will be......OK this is proof I need mental help LOL. My oldest "baby" is almost 12 and my youngest (18 month old boy) fits that profile about as well as Hilary Clinton fits in at the Republican National Convention.  My house bustles with activity from the moment eyes open until they lay head to pillow. Taryn (my 7 year old) has two speeds...full throttle and coma. She does not settle down at night she simply is running one minute and completely out the next.  I am NOT complaining, I absolutely LOVE my life. I just have to laugh sometimes at how my brain doesn't match my reality.  Why do I wake with the same daydream every day. Logically I know that it won't be like that. I will trip over toys and break up arguments over Breyer horses. There will be endless meals and snacks and laundry. But in between there will be gold. Smiles and hugs, I love you Mom's, and "Look mommy Jesus is sitting in the chair next to me say Hi". I learn from my children about Love and Forgiveness and Joy and cleaning LOL.  I do feel some days like I am spinning my wheels going from one room to another cleaning only to be followed by the tornado that is my family messing things right back up. That's Ok, I have everything I ever dreamed of...A loving husband, healthy children, a lovely home...so what if i'm buried in laundry ROFL!!!