Raising five boys is like hearding cats...

I have five boys. Yes five. They are 12, 9, 7, 2 and 2. No, the last two are not twins. I know. See, I got pregnant while I was pregnant. Not really. We adopted the last one. But wouldn't it be a much more interesting blog if I had?

I have lived all over the U.S. but am currently living in southern California. I've been here for about a month and a half. It's really nice here. I'm married to a man. In Ca. you have to make that distinction. Just kidding. He's in the Navy. We also have two cats...yes, also boys. Well, they were boys...

Having five boys is like hearding cats. They have their own minds, sometimes won't budge, and are impossible to get all going in the same direction at the same time. They are right in your face rubbing against you looking cute when you are trying to do something meaningful, like going to the bathroom or posting on your blog. But turn all your attention to them and they turn tail and flit away...to go outside to play or lay in the floor under the TV.

There are times when I want to run. Times I understand these moms who get in the car, go for a drive and are found states away in a hotel ordering room service, curled up in the fetal position with a nervous twitch. But I love them, God help me I do. They make my soul sigh. My heart skips a beat. They save me from myself. I've loved many people but you never truely know what love is til you have a child.