The joys of motherhood

Oh, the joys of motherhood. Let me count the ways. It is now 12:15am and I have a little boy who has been crying all night and will not go to sleep. He is obviously tired, because he is wallering all over a pillow on the floor, but the stinker won't settle down. So, I am forced to update my blog because I am up anyways, like anyone will even read this because I swore I would never write a blog again. What can I say?
I also have a 3 and a half year old that won't stay out of her ballerina clothes and skirts for one minute. She never wants to leave the house because she doesn't want to take them off, so I have to promise her as soon as we get home she can put them back on. It is frustrating to say the least. I have a dog who would rather get drenced by the squirt bottle and put in her kennel than learn that she shouldn't go under the kitchen table while we are eating. And to those of you scratching your heads wondering when a dog became like one of my children, you just have never had a dog, because trust me, they are one of your children. You don't care as much for them, but you sure have to deal with them a lot.
But, on a lighter note, I am truely thankful for the beautiful blessing of motherhood and its many joys and heartaches. Because it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. Is that how that goes?