On Saturday morning directly after staying up into the wee hours of the morning hanging out with my favorite people in the world, nearly all of those favorite people in the world caravaned out to Kaden's 9:00 a.m. baseball game. We were up until 2, then Reilly woke up at 5. Then we had to lave the house at 8:30 for the game.
Here's the great thing about being a mom though--you're used to it. And somehow even though you are hungover on your maybe three cocktails and running on no sleep, you can effectively clean up the mess from the night before, do a load or two of dishes and make 40+ homemade doughnuts and doughnut holes before you even head out the door.
Sure, we were all tired. We were all hungover. None of us had showered and we were all wearing raggedy clothes. The house was messy, at best. But the coffee was brewed, the kids were having the time of their lives and our 8 house guests were excellent help and company.
I am constantly amazed at the lovely and loving people that I have in my life. It is weekends like this where I feel truly blessed. Blessed in the mess and the noise and the chaos and the dirty towels and footprints on the floor and the giggles.
Striped Shorts and Blazer-Banana Republic, thrifted
Mint Hat Printed Top-Forever 21, thrifted