I am the mother of eight precious children. What that means is that on any given afternoon, there might be tea and cookies. Or it could be that I’m sure that at any moment, there will be a knock on the door from a producer at TLC, offering us our own reality show. And it isn’t going to be pretty.
I had a day like that not too long ago, and when my husband got home that evening I met him at the door, gave him a smile, and handed him the baby. “Hello, honey,” I said. “It’s nice to see you today. And I’m sure it will be equally lovely to see you tomorrow. Because that’s when I plan to come out of my room.”
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