If you are not prepared to shake in you boots then don’t go any farther. For everyone out there who thought that I was absorbed by my four children and that I would never resurface again, you’re wrong… for now. I am back and standing only a little hunched over. I fought my way out from under mounds of laundry, dirty diapers—times two, reading more than my fair share of Dr. Seuss books, making snacks, tandem nursing, putting kids down for naps, making lunch, nursing, making more snacks, putting more kids down for naps, wiping butts, supervising hand washing, tandem nursing, bandaging booboos (because I am a doctor), doing dishes, nursing, getting rainy from the bus stop, making more snacks, changing a few more poop diapers, discussing which super hero is the biggest, the fastest, and or the strongest, and then looking at the clock and seeing that I (we, me and the bigs and littles) only have one more hour to go before Daddy comes walking through the front door. And when he does the joy is over whelming. My relief is here! And I run to the bathroom to pee. Tune in tomorrow for a bit more. I am committed to writing for another 15 minutes.