If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands? ~Milton Berle

I stared longingly at my bed.  The pile of blankets.  The soft mattress.  The cozy pillow.  I had just put all 3 kids down for a nap, and my bed was calling me.  But I knew I wouldn't sleep.  I had too much to do.  The house resembled a line drawing made by my 2 year old son.  My to-do list was a scroll of book-keeping, editing and writing to complete.  I knew that whatever I chose to do with my only free time of the day, I would feel like I should be doing something else. I am constantly pulled in 6 thousand different directions at the same time  By little hands and voices, by the hum of the computer, by a pile of blankets and pillows, by the mess in the kitchen, by the dog at the door, by my husbands arms, by life.  Life has a way of feeling like a tornado most all a lot of the time. I have to remind myself that I'm so lucky that these are the problems of my day and that I have the choice to jump into bed and cover myself with the blanket.

Here are a few shots of my little hands and little voices!