I'm alive, regardless of how I smell...

Thursday July 30th: wake up, feed Max. Feed and dress kids. Throw some clothes on and my contacts in, tie up hair and hit the door for swimming lessons. Return home, change kids, feed baby, hit the door again. Go to the library to get Anna her first library card (which to her is pretty much like getting her drivers license!) and a bag of books. Walk to ice cream shop nearby for a treat. Send bad thoughts to the inventor of bubble gum ice cream for the blue stains Izzy's cute shirt will inevitably have. Wipe down kids, go home. Feed kids, put Izzy down for a nap, fold a load of laundry and wash another. Feed baby, visit with Anna's newly adopted B.C. Grandma. Bake birthday cake for Anna who's 6 today. Dinner at Taco Time per Anna's request, she's quite fancy. Trip to Walmart, home to finish cake which ends up looking like a mudslide but tastes darn good. Read some Junie B. Jones, say prayers with kids, discuss highs and lows, and get kids in bed. Sit at the computer realizing that even though I skipped my shower today and I smell like butt, and even though two people quite obviously gawked at my 4 month pregnant looking ponch, I made it through my third week as a mother of four, Anna had a great birthday, I have one terrific husband, four dirty messy sweet sassy kids, and one blessed life, what more could I ask for...okay, well, a bath would be good.