Bleary Eyed

Here I sit, bleary eyed after a long week. Three consecutive nights of getting the three little ones in bed by myself (after a day of taking care of them by myself). I don't know how single parents do it. May God give them all they need.

So, I am going to head to the freezer for a little mint chocolate chip therapy. Call it emotional eating if you will, but it's the only thing I've been able to eat all day without scoffing it down while standing up holding a baby or without someone saying, "bite please mama?"

Oh, and as for my gold star for the day I think surviving should be enough. But we did make it to the park :).