Most days I just can’t wait for the moment when they’re all in bed asleep. Especially when Daddy’s out of town and my patience is wearing thin and somebody washes colored clothes with bleach and it feels like no one is listening until I ask ten times and they won’t stop nit-picking each other. But in the back of my head I know without a doubt that I will miss it all someday, and these precious little souls will be off to their own nest. I will miss them and remember what a privilege it is. And how little I deserved it.