Another year, another year older...

With my recent family addition of my fourth child, my sweet baby girl, I've come to realize now more than ever, that my children are growing, and they are growing fast. Faster than I can keep up with, actually.

My days are a whirlwind of carpools, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and poopy diapers. Sometimes in that order. Sometimes, I go to bed at night not even able to remember what I did, or who I spoke to that day.

My husband tells me I often wake in the middle of the night in a panic, running around the room saying, "where's the baby, where's the baby?" All the while, she is safely tucked into her crib.

It's not necessarily the actual load of the kids, that makes having four small children difficult, it's mainly just that there isn't enough time in the day to feed, clothe, entertain, read to, sing with, play with and kiss a million times, all of my children. And when I don't do all of the above, every day, with each of them, I go to bed feeling like the day is done, before I am done. Don't get me wrong, at the end of every day I am completely physically done, sometimes I just feel like there just wasn't enough time in the day. Today was one of those days. Today I was in the same house with my children every second of the day, and yet I will go to bed tonight missing them.