Wow!

I am writing in Tonya's office right now, because I am spending the night with her 5 kids plus my 3. She is house hunting in Alabama and probably enjoying a quiet evening out with her hubby. I cooked a big supper of pot roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, carrots, the works, little did I realize how crazy that idea was. My homegroup was coming over to Tonya's for our meeting since we usually meet at my house, I just decided to have it here. I was smashing potatoes at 6:00 and praying I could have everything back in order by seven. The only catastrophe was I knocked the gallon of milk off the counter onto the floor, no biggy Lyra cleaned it up for me. It's handy having a little girl around. I am completely bushed though, the children are all snuggled in their beds, or the floor and it is now 10:30pm, it takes a lot of time to bathe and put to bed 8 children.

Lyra has been calling me mama, and I have been saying to her "I'm not your mama, your mama will be home soon", well Solomon heard me saying that to Lyra and he says "that's ok if she calls you mama, you sorta are, and if mine doesn't come home I'll be a Brock like you"

So cute, I hope they always feel that way about me, I could definitely be a mother of eight, at least I know that I would no longer have problems falling asleep, I can't keep my eyes open.