Why I love my children

On mornings like today, where I struggle to get out of bed, after being woken up four times during the course of the night, I have to concentrate really hard on the positives. I have to look past last night's dishes I decided to ignore earlier, I have to look past the sea of spilt cereal all over the floor that seems to migrating into the strangest places (my bed for instance). I have to take deep breaths as a screaming 9 month old climbs up my legs as I try to go pee first thing in the morning and then successfully pulls down my pants when I'm done. I have look outside and see that the sun is shining and my children are happy and healthy and that really, the housework will get done eventually... and that someday I really will get some sleep. I have to think, hey we already survived the puking tummy bug this week and the mountain of laundry that results from everyone throwing up at the same time. I look at these gorgeous smiling faces and know that all this hard work is worth it....