Phillip is at school right now so I'm on my own getting the girls to bed. This is not an easy task and tonight has been an unusually rough night. There was a mysterious substance residing at the bottom of the bathtub. I'm still hoping it was pieces of the chocolate chip cookie I let Sophie eat in the tub, although I can't be sure. Regardless, it made it difficult to keep the rest of the girls calm while I quickly bathed them. Then, Sophie pooped on the floor in her bedroom. On the carpet. Gag! I guess I should have put her diaper on sooner! I think I cleaned up each spot of her trail of poo from her room to the bathroom. Back in the bath for Sophie! And this time I know exactly what was in the water. Gross! Adelle changed her jammies three times before settling on some warm fuzzy pink ones, but only after throwing a fit because I wouldn't let her wear a swimsuit to bed. Oh summer, how we miss you. (Doesn't every mother let their daughter wear a swimsuit to bed during the summer?)
Now here is my reward. The girls love sleeping in our bed. We have a king size bed just for this reason. Alexa, Grace, and Adelle are snuggling together on mine and Phillip's pillows while I snuggle Sophie to sleep at the foot of the bed. How I love my big bed! Sophie habitually relaxes herself by running her fingers through my hair and tonight is no exception. She just finished singing herself to sleep. Grace was calm and relaxed without her usual anxieties and gagging episodes that occur at bedtime. I can hear the other three girls deeply breathing and I think, "life is good". I can't help but say a prayer and thank Heavenly Father for this moment. I needed this.