Dead dog TIRED

Time is so strange, isn't it? I sit here typing at 6:30 am after getting Matthew to seminary, and waiting to go pick him up again at 7. Reece is in the other room eating his breakfast watching The Office. When Reece leaves Kenzie will wake up, then when she leaves it's time for Tayler to wake up. Mornings are LONG here getting 4 kids to 4 schools. And I'm dead dog tired.

Kurt and I were in Costco the other day and we walked by a cute couple with a toddler and an infant in his carrier. I love babies and toddlers, they draw me in like a magnet. I'm sure the parents of these children think I'm a bit odd for smiling at strangers, but I don't care. As I'm turning towards the bread I hear the man say to his wife, "Should we get our bread here? I know it comes with 2 loaves, but we could freeze one."
I almost laughed out loud. (as I reached for the 3 double-loafed packs that we consume in just under 2 weeks) As they walked away I repeated for Kurt what that man said and we had a good laugh. Then we remembered when we were like them, 2 tiny kids and 1 loaf of bread for a week. (I'm almost positive I had one in the freezer though, I mean c'mon!) So of course the reminiscing brings us to the question we've asked ourselves a lot lately, how did we get here??? Wasn't it just yesterday we had those little chubby babies? Now they're big teenagers with busy schedules and lives of their own. When they're small you're frazzled and tired and keeping them out of stuff and trying to keep a clean house. Little did I know that when they're older you're doing the SAME thing. No WAY do I feel old enough to have these big kids. It freaks Kurt and I out that Matthew is 2 short years away from being the same age we were when we got married! I look like I was 12.
I think I'm mentally stuck 5 or more years ago. When I hear on the radio or TV "women over the age of 35..." and I seriously say to myself, well I'm only 30 so I'm ok for now. Then it dawns on me. I AM 35! Huh? This has happened more than once. But I figure it's definately good to feel younger instead of older than you are. One of my friends recently said to me, "if we're 35 we might as well be 40" We laughed and I said NO WAY! 40 isn't even that big a deal for me, but then I realized how old my kids will be and whoa.
Matt: 22, Reece: 20, Kenzie: 18, Tayler: 15.
There's no stopping time so bring it on baby! We're having fun with our big kids even though we're dead dog tired.