Honestly, by dinnertime I'm worn out.
But even so, there's still plenty to do. Trying to get eight kids settled in bed is a challenge.
Back when we had four little ones (four and under) it seemed so simple. They all went to bed at 7:30/8 and we were done. True, we had the occasional bad dream or illness, but for the most part, once they were in bed they stayed.
Good times, I tell you.
Now, with the three older boys in one room, and the three little girls in another, it's crazy. Never mind the sleepwalking, the sleep talking, the insomnia (although it's better now because of this). The nightmares, the older kids (who don't go to bed at 7:30, thank you very much) and the child who can't seem to sleep in her own bed. Ever.
Last night we were half way through the whole process, when Daughter (#5), who doesn't often get out of bed once she's been tucked in, showed up in the kitchen.
"I have a song," she announced. And before we had a chance to say anything, she began,
"I wrapped myself in paper,
Dipped myself in glue,
Slapped some stamps on the seat of my pants,
and mailed myself to you."
At that point, we just dissolved into laughter.
And then we realized we were a long way from having everyone "settled".