I just dragged my exhausted butt in after spending over eight hours with thirteen children under the age of ten. I could have sworn there were way more than thirteen kids (is that it?) and am sure that a few times I included other kids in the count from other families, especially when we were eating. The food disappeared as tho a swarm of locusts had descended upon us.
They were good kids tho.
Now, I am ready for a nap. Which I almost got a few winks in when the four babies (under the age of four) were zonked out, but then I jerked fully awake when my lil friend "whispered" (this is sorta sotto voce, with lots of spit added on the breathy H's and vowels) to me that she wanted to "pick me up, UP, UUUUUUUUP". I love her, I do. But dude, there is not enough lap on me to cradle her just right anymore.
It was fun. But I'm glad to be home. Alone.
Now for that nap...