Why I am the Greatest Mom Ever.

I will admit it - the last week has been a nightmare. I've spent most days bawling my eyes out (hormones, anyone?) and wondering what the hell I've gotten myself into. Two under two was hard - three two and under is really hard. Especially when the middle one is The Babe.

This kid is all arms and he grabs everything he can, destroying it with glee. Toilet paper? Check. Bookshelves? Check. Pet food? Check. He just goes around the house like a little tornado, ruining everything. And all I can really do is sigh and follow him around, cleaning up the dangerous stuff, giving a feeble "no" when he tries to smear peanut butter on the dog, and pray he outgrows this stage as quickly as possible.

And yet, today, I am the Greatest. Mom. Ever.

Today, I managed to take the kids outside to play. I brought them in after an hour or so, washed their hands, and got them a nutritious (!) snack. Then, I changed diapers and laid down on the bed with Monkey for a little bit while the other kids watched Spongebob, before heading to the kitchen to make dinner.

I actually made dinner.

And then, I ate dinner. With my kids. And then, I cleaned up from dinner. No yelling, no crying.

After dinner we went into the living room and watched America's Funniest Home Videos. Monkey fell asleep and I was able to put him down (up until this point he had been in the baby carrier I made and finally learned how to use.)

The Babe fell asleep on the pull-out bed with me. Then EJ fell asleep. And then Five. And finally, Beastie. They all fell asleep, and no one screamed or cried or made a nuisance of themselves.

I can't believe I did it, but I did.

I hope I can do it tomorrow.