It's Saturday afternoon and everyone in the house is asleep for nap (Hubby included). It's quiet. My life is very rarely quiet. The lull of the dishwasher and hum of the dryer are almost therapeutic and boy have I needed some catharsis lately. Never fear. Nothing earth-shattering has occurred, other than enrolling Pumpkin for Kindergarten and having Bug almost fully potty-trained. They are growing up. My logical brain knew this would happen. I'm not sure my heart was ready for it, because it has brought with it a bittersweet heaviness. It is the eternal first world mother-struggle, so I know I'm not unique. I'm so fortunate that my "grave" concern is that they are growing too fast, rather than not growing; that I am trying to find more leisure time to spend with them and not worrying about where their next meal will come from. I am fortunate beyond belief and to even consider my woes as problems is almost selfish. Nonetheless, my humble and grateful he