I can’t tell you when the last time I washed my hair was. Or wore a bra. Or the last time my two year old wore pants. I also can’t tell you when the last time I sat on my couch without someone touching me was. I don’t know what day of the week it is or even what time it is most days as they all seem to just blend together between the constant cycle of feeding, changing, cleaning, and insane amount of laundry my husband and children seem to make. But what I can tell you is this. Sometimes I’m needed by all my kids at once. So most of my days look like this. Covered head to toe (literally my toddler is sitting on my feet) in tiny humans. I hope someday they all know how much I try. I try to make sure they all feel equally loved and cared for and most times that means piling them all on each other on me and making it work the way we can. They are loved. They are cared for. And they are so so cherished.