**Originally posted March 15, 2011**
This morning, the girls got me up pushing on my forehead – a habit that drives me mad – and started with a bang. Mommy, I need… Mommy, I want, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.
Gearing up for one of “those days”, I poured my tired, achy self onto my bedroom floor. Trudging into my bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth, and pull my hair into it’s trademark ponytail, I almost cringed when I turned and saw all three daughters watching me. ’Not a moment alone.’, I thought.