I have five kids no more and life is simpler, I have found. I did not know that it was even chaotic. I think the only chaotic thing about it was the knowledge that when two or more of them went upstairs a mess would ensue, and then there was always a couple downstairs to make a mess there too. Thankfully I have had my voice during this period because I don't know what I would have done. I have also been working on not yelling, and I think I only had two outbursts in the whole four days!
Just a few minutes ago I saw that the girl left un-drunk milk from breakfast at the table. Since milk costs a quart of blood, I always insist everyone finish it. There's nothing more wasteful to me than pouring milk down the sink. That is literally my biggest grocery expense. So, I called the girl from the depths of the couch---I called her forth to partake of her unfinished milk. I stood there waiting and then gathered a few bowls from breakfast as I stood there. She ran to get to the milk apologetically and I headed toward the sink. I heard a yelp and a cry and I turned to see what was the matter. She was on the floor, crying, all hair and limbs round about her in an awkward splay. I picked her up and kissed her hair and asked what happened.
"I tell you, I HATE wearing socks!"she wailed. Dear Sir always makes them wear socks. Not my fault.
So, as you can see, things are pretty calm around here, not much to report.
I am very happy that the weather is finally warming up. I have been so intolerant to cold that it is a growing concern. It is 68 in the house and I feel like I need a sweater. My hands get so frigid I can barely use them, my toes go numb. My dad has hypothyroidism and I remember thinking it strange that he would go into the living room where there is a window and sit in the streaming sunshine. The really weird thing is that I find myself going in my sunroom so I can sit in the streaming sunshine there. Every time I get tested for hypothyroidism though I always have "normal" results. I never used to be this intolerant to cold though. It is almost ruining my life in some ways. Instead of running to be healthy, I find that I am running so I can get warm. I have constant goosebumps. I crave hot baths. I dread getting out to dry myself. When we go anywhere Dear Sir immediately turns on the heated seats in the car (even when it is not so cold) just for me. Last night before falling asleep I was shivering while he held me and he said, "This is not normal. It's not even cold." I am falling apart!