Bump

Another week flies by, not giving heed to the people it demolishes in the process. I have traveled beyond the emotional state of my bounds and now fight the urge to give up and throw in the towel. It hasn't been absolutly horrible, but gaining four kids over a matter of hours definitely wears on a person. i have been dragged around, used as a taxi, made the chief, and the house maid all so quickly. Not that it is bad, but so demanding. Today, however, is the last day. I will miss them but i will enjoy sleeping in till seven. The hardest thing is, is that they have grown up in an atmosphere i am foreign to. They are so demanding and have no way of knowing how to entertain themselves. Back to the kitchen i go, so i can teach them how to make pizza-from scratch. of which they were shocked it was possible- though little Mer is the smile of an afternoon.