last night while my potatoes were boiling,
i sat on the floor with the kids.
i felt like the luckiest person on earth.
enjoying their laughter.
watching them play.
ten minutes later i was huffing around,
putting one in time out for kicking the other in the head,
cursing the beeping timer for the boiling potatoes that were ready to be mashed,
and wanting to scream for the relief of dad coming home.
feeling like bedtime won't come fast enough.
then they were in bed,
and i was itching to go in and check on them.
to see them sleeping.
feeling like the day was a total success.
maybe that should be my new name.
call me anything,
just give me more of those mashed potatoes and stuffed pork chops.
b/c they were even better as leftovers for lunch today.