Why Have Children (or borrow mine) - Reason #278

It had been a long day of getting kids dressed and fed, playing hard with Connor, performing household chores, helping in Trinity's pre-K class and a gaggle of other parental duties, all under the sleeping potion of growing a little one. I took a long, hot shower, but needed a little rest before I could tackle the job of getting myself redressed. So I laid on the couch in my robe while the kids noisily played around me, aware of how much more comfortable I would be if I would dry my hair and put on warm socks. I was dwelling in the middle land of awake and asleep when I heard the voices turn to whispers. The kids' babies were put to bed in the laundry baskets. Their own beds were fashioned out of the clean clothes that they had scattered around the living room. It was time to play "rest time". Then I felt a little body leaning up against me on the couch. I sighed as I recognized the perfect sensation of having a warm blanket draped over my cold self, little fingers carefully and methodically tucking it in around my feet and hands. Soon I was able to give in and drift over to the dimension of slumber. Two angels from heaven live in my house in the form of a little boy and a little girl who know that even mommy sometimes needs a little extra care.