We Survived...

...Our first whole day with no sitters, no helpers, and with Daniel at work. 
 

I wasn't sure I was going to make it. All the kids (and Daniel and me, too) have colds.  I think we're on our 4th cold since Charlie was born. The kids' cheeks are chapped from where they wipe the snot.  Have you ever tried to wipe 3 kids' noses while also caring for a newborn, making lunch, and supervising craft time?  It is hard. 



We filled the day with jumping on the trampoline, playing with toys, coloring pictures, reading... ya know--the usual stuff you do when it's 40 degrees outside. 



I only had to call Daniel in from his home office once, for moral support when we returned from our 3 mile walk and the youngest two were full out wailing and the second born was amping up about something or other. 



After a leftovers lunch, everyone was pretty sane again. 



Rest time for the big kids and nap time for the littlest two meant I actually got a few (10? 15?) precious moments of silence. 



 
 

When Daniel walked in the door at 5:30pm, nobody was crying.  The big kids were playing nicely with some Duplo legos they were given for Christmas, and Charlie was in my arms.  For as much of a pessimist as I am at heart, I had to admit that the first day on our own was not a disaster.  A little terrifying, but not a disaster. 


 It was actually kind of nice.