the strike is over

I'm done.

The strike is over.

I think I made it...

mostly

give or take a few complaints
here and there
most of them late at night
when I was tired
and frustrated
and just could not for the life of me hold it in any longer

I certainly gave it my best effort.

Yesterday was quite a day to be the last of no complaining.
I tried.
I really really tried.

I'd like to continue with less complaining
{see how I didn't say no complaining}
this month
so let me just say

holy moly!

all this mothering
feeding
bathing
clothing
entertaining
holding
listening
rocking
playing
teaching
disciplining
diaper changing
potty training
sacrificing {what feels like} every last minute of your time for someone else
and overall care giving business
is hard work

Not complaining.
Just stating facts.

the end

p.s. That picture has absolutely nothing to do with the strike ending. I just needed a picture and that's one I took yesterday. Aren't they adorable? Danny keeps telling me lately that we need another brother in this family. Since that's not likely going to happen in this lifetime, I'm glad he's got Kris. Danny is too.