My belly is rumbling

That's what my son said to me today. It was so cute, and such a random thing for him to say - his language skills are exploding all over the place, and he's got a phenominal amount of information to get out. It's like he's been stocking up, and now that he has the words, I can't shut him up :-). He's started groaning in frustration when things disappoint him, he's singing random snatches of songs and starting to count and recite the alphabet. He still believes that everything is blue (when asked what color something is, his inevitable answer is bwue) and won't actually say the whole alphabet, but he's getting there, he's getting his numbers down, able to tell me if I have one or two of something in my hand. He's so smart, really just brilliant. I know that every parent thinks that - but Marc's IQ is technically in the genius range, and I'm fairly bright - but these kids just blow me away. The memory - the other day, he asked if Jessie was going to blow the shofar when we were at the synagogue, because in his little mind, that's what she goes off to do when she's at Hebrew School.

Weekend was fairly crappy. There were serious high points, on Saturday afternoon, all four girls were occupied happily in Jessie's room with the door shut, and Sam and Marc were asleep. I had cleaned the whole house, made myself a cup of reheated coffee and settled onto the couch to read. It only lasted for a few minutes, but it was lovely. And most of Sunday was pretty good, but the morning was so unbelievably bad, that it colored the whole day.

Sometimes I just get overwhelmed. Too many kids, not enough help, constant cleaning and dishes and laundry and it all piles up and I just need to explode. A kick ass migraine did nothing to make the weekend any easier, but even without the mind blowing pain, I think it would have sucked. It's a tiny little apartment, and it's perfect, maybe a touch small, for Marc, me and the two kids. Adding any more (and we are never NOT adding more) and it's just ... utter chaos and it's so difficult to handle it sometimes.