Tired!

It's Tuesday afternoon and I am tired! Why am I dragging today? Could it be the 3 am wake-up call I got this morning from my baby crying out that he's soaked and needs a diaper change and while I'm at it, could he have a bottle too? Or was it my 2 yr. old wandering in my room at 4 am looking for a new place to sleep, then after seeing that the floor was her only option, deciding her bed didn't look so bad after all. And while she quickly fell back asleep I . . . didn't. Or could it be I am still recovering from this weekend? Don't get me wrong it was great! I love the togetherness, lots of bodies, lots happening. Its just not-restful. It's actually a bit of a blur. I remember early morning hours and late nights. I remember kids wandering in and out of the kitchen like a revolving door looking for a snack, or even better, a treat. I remember park time with football and touchdowns and pushing kids higher and higher on the swing. I remember date night with actual adult conversation and good food. I remember laughing out loud to one of the best movies I've seen in awhile (Dan, in Real Life) and a line I hope I won't ever hear my teenager repeat to me, "You are the murderer of love!" (you have to see this movie!) I remember catching up with my best friend from 2nd grade, looking at our kids and thinking, "Do we really have teenagers?" I remember dying 54 eggs and wondering what we were going to do with all those eggs!! I remember 2 two year olds in a fist fight at church much to the amusement of the those in the pew behind me and to the amazement of Traci and I. But most of all, I remember times together as family, definitely FUN TIMES, even though they sometimes make me tired.