A Life of Leisure...

Hello and welcome! 

I'm Megan, and these are my kiddos:

From left to right, we will call them Beam, Muffin, Big Kid, and Toast.
From left to right, they are 2 years old, 3 months old, 6 years old, and 3 years old.

Yes, my husband and I had four kids in six years. We may be insane, but would you LOOK at those babies? We hit the jackpot. Not a goofy one among the bunch.

My husband swears that the last three were a surprise. Beam and Toast definitely were. But the last one, Muffin, he sure wasn't. Not to me, anyway. I guess hubs wasn't paying attention when we had that whole, "I want another baby. I'm ovulating. We are going to have sex every day this week," conversation. 

He must have gotten caught up on the we are going to have sex every day part.

(If I ever get that giddy "Oh, newborns! I WANT ONE!" feeling again, I promise to take it here first and you all can verbally beat it out of me, okay?)

Anywho, eight pink lines later, here we are. Living a life of leisure. 

How did I realize that we live a life of leisure? It wasn't earlier today when I was restocking 16 bottles of Johnson & Johnson Baby Wash that Toast knocked down, while trying to stop Beam from climbing on a diaper rack, with Muffin strapped to my chest. No, that is far from leisurely, I suppose.

I realized that I live a life of leisure when my husband told me so.

Last Sunday night, we had this exact conversation:

Me: Geez, Sunday already! Back to work tomorrow.
Hubs: Yep, back to work for me. You get to continue living your life of leisure.
Me: Blank stare.

He was kidding, of course. Though most days around here do not involve knocking down entire baby wash displays at Target, things are busy. We have fun. We work hard. And there is a LOT of noise.

This is my journey through motherhood, and I hope you will join me. Whether you are bringing home the bacon, frying the bacon in the pan, one of those amaze-balls moms who does both, or even if you want nothing to do with the bacon and simply want to sit in peace and eat microwave s'mores and watch reruns of 19 Kids and Counting (No? Just me?), we are all in it together. 

Let's do this.