My circus, all dressed up for the next performance!

A circus, a circus , a circus has come to town. Yes it definitely has (but without the creepy clowns and caged animals) This is my life, a literal circus everyday. I have had several friends and family members tell me to write about my daily “freak-show”. So I will attempt to share with you my crazy life in the hopes that you will laugh with me as I accomplish day to day tasks as a mother with 4 (ok 5 if you include my husband) sideshows!  I will start with my oldest son. A 13 year old boy going on 23. He is growing at an astonishing rate and is forever surprising. I have to frequently do a double take when he speaks, I expect this sweet little voice and in turn hear the beginning of an obscene phone call. He is full of whit and actually has a great sense of humor. (Thank god for that) He is an amazing child with magic at every turn. I will call him the “Magician”.  Next is my 9 year old daughter she is truly wonderful , a daredevil and has no fear! We used to find her walking on the 2nd story deck railing at age 3. She is always sparkling both in personality and in her choice of clothing. A specimen of physical ability. I will call her the “ Glittering Acrobat  “.  My 6 year old son is next in line. He is surprising and has a slight double personality. He is the sweetest most snugly child one minute and the next asking me what the insides of dead squirrels look like. He is incredibly strong for a little guy. Mostly because he has to defend himself from his siblings. He is very creative and likes to draw “sounds” I will call him the “Tattooed StrongMan”. In December my youngest daughter graced us with her presence. She is also a great performer. Very loud (if you want to be heard around here you gotta be loud) this summer it was hard to distinguish between her and the fireworks outside. She is a very easy baby (I know I will regret that I have said this) and loves her brothers and sister. She is also very stubborn and refuses to drink milk from a cup, bottle or spoon. (We will see who wins in the end of this battle) I will call her my ‘Firecracker”.  Next is my husband, my parenting partner, my best friend (come on no gagging) He is there to listen to my daily outbursts. He is really the one and only person who truly can make me return from the “parenting darkside”. When things get tough he is the cool one that puts out the mom vs child fires. Of course he is sometimes annoying but it would be more difficult to run this circus without him. I will call him the “Lion Tamer”. That leaves me, I am a self proclaimed “Ringmaster” I attempt to control the chaos that is my circus. I most likely would have been fired by now if I were working for a “real” circus.

One thing stands clear in the land of animals, clowns and funny cars. I love my family and my job as a mother. We all have to laugh, because “Mothering is Funny”