It's Worth It, Dangit

When I signed on for Motherhood over 10 years ago I had no idea what to expect. I was raised an only child, by a single mother.

I never imagined sky high grocery budgets, potty training, sleepless nights for the entirety of my life, soccer practices and games on opposite sides of town, 4th grade homework that makes me feel stupid, a house in constant need of cleaning and kids in constant need of TLC. I never imagined driving a Suburban, because it's the only vehicle big enough for two parents, four kids, three car seats, one double stroller, 4 fold-out chairs, 2 soccer goals, 2 soccer balls, and 6 water bottles.

I never imagined kids never running out of energy, or reeeeally long games of Monopoly. I never imagined my dislike of playdoh, tinsel, Easter grass and suckers.

I never imagined hauling 25 pound twins to three different stores, a post office, and the elementary school all before 11 a.m. I never thought about getting my workout by chasing kids, chickens and dogs around a yard and a two-story house. I never thought about 10 loads of laundry a week, or how stinky the laundry gets from putting it off a day. I never imagined the dishwasher loads of dishes, or the meals that needed to be prepared to make the dishes dirty.

I never imagined being able to sit through two ear piercing temper tantrums at once, and still be able to accomplish something while going deaf. I never believed my heart or my lap would be big enough to love four kids and a husband all at once.

And you know what?

I love every minute of it! Every. Single. One. (yes, even the screaming)