Today was a Mom-Day for the record books.
There are so many ways I could try to write it and explain it and quantify it and qualify it. I will instead say that Hannah beat me today. She won. She literally left me spinning and completely and utterly off my axis.
I was forced, at the end of it all, to hug all my children and apologize for the raving lunatic I became in the midst of attempting to do school work, make lunch, and stop Hannah from destroying my home. The kids assured me, as they always do, that I was the "best mom ever."
But I have my doubts.
In the course of twenty minutes (and I am not exaggerating when I tell you it was, honestly, twenty minutes) Hannah managed to rip Isaac's favorite magazine, break Abigail's bracelet, and get into the sharpies, while changing outfits .... well ... check out her outfit changes for yourself ...
This child has left me questioning everything about myself as a woman, a mother, and just plain human being. I have no idea how to homeschool my other three children with Hannah in my home. When she walks through a room, things totally lift into the air and start to spin behind her coming down all over the room. She is "Hannah the Hurricane."
And while she forced me to put her down for a nap she didn't take and quit homeschooling my other three children and put on a movie for my older children and climb into my bed with a bowl full of chocolate ice cream smothered in chocolate syrup, I truly cannot imagine my life without her spirit and spunk and love.
I love her so much. So much.
But holy cow am I in over my head or what.