Flying Solo

So I survived my first day alone with three. 

And holy cow, I'm pooped.

Can't remember the last time I thought a hot shower and bed sounded so very appealing before 7:30pm.

I'm surprised I made it all the way through dinner.

Thankfully, today was Thursday which meant gymnastics for Ezra--which my parents take him to and usually do lunch with him before dropping him back off. And if I put T down for an early nap, then I'll get some down time. 

Other than that, we filled the rest of our time with meals, naps, little Einsteins espisodes and a trip to get another cup of coffee and the park. Yup, just the basics of survival around here. 

The kitchen's a mess.

Laundry is in stages.

But we made it through.

If I can figure this "three kids; three and under" thing out, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to take on anything.

I get five days per week to work on it. 

Please send your prayers!