A List

10. The number of times I caught Marlee on top of the table. It's a pub height table. That's a long way to fall.

9. The number of times I had to tell Kaylen to stop screaming at someone. I might or might not have been screaming myself. But this isn't about me. Or maybe it is. Either way, we are far too alike. I don't know what to do. 

8. The number of diapers I changed. Well, if I'm being honest, Marlee probably only got two changes today. I like to make those diapers last if you know what I mean. But I did wipe Kaylen at least 6 times, so the math still works. 

7. The number of minutes that nap time felt like today. 

6. The number of times I lost my temper today. I'm moody. Look at me the wrong way and you will get the stare down of doom. I may or may not be lying about this number. 

5. The number of times Jacob changed his clothes today. First he puts on long sleeves, then long pants with short sleeves, then no shirt and long pants. Then a short sleeve shirt and shorts. Then underwear on his head. This is the perfect segue to number four...

4. The number of loads of laundry I washed and dried today. Note: I did not say folded. 

3. The number of times I repacked a pack of wipes that Marlee keeps unpacking. I suspect her sister is the one who keeps giving her the pack, but I haven't yet caught her at it. See number six as to what will happen if and when  I do catch her. 

2. The number of chicken and biscuits I ate tonight. Delicious. It also coincides with the number of sticks of butter I probably ate between the chicken I fried in butter in the oven and the butter in the homemade biscuits. I'm going to stop and do some sit ups real fast. Hold on. 

1. The number of times I feel like I looked up today. Looked up from the food I was preparing or the laundry I was washing or the messes I was cleaning. Looked up from the scolding, the iphone, the distractions. Looked up and saw the three little people who are given to me, who expect nothing of me, who only see beautiful when I feel fat and ugly, who love me even when I'm mean, who think I'm funny when I'm not, who love to hear my voice and let me sing for them, who never comment on the clothes I wear, who think I can do anything and everything because to them, I can. 

Look up, your world is rushing past.