When you live in a house of eighteen people, the clutter piles up continually. When you hate clutter, and are busy with a newborn, frustration abounds....when you have a 3 year old son who likes all 5 of his "ride-ons" out so he can cruise across the kitchen on whichever one he wants, and a nineteen month old who just plain likes everything out, frustration abounds. When you have several musically inclined individuals, guitar music, piano, saxaphone, and rock and roll music are a continual background. When you have no mudroom and winter arrives, boots and coats spill into the kitchen. When you have 5 little girls who like to color, pencils and markers always fall into the hands of the nineteen month old. When your nineteen month old screams to comunicate, the frustration increases.
I guess there are are many reasons why people out there don't have sixteen kids. Watching three kids take turns going down the new Little Tikes slide, coming home from girls'club with prizes and excitement, watching 5 year old Sonja lose her first two teeth, hearing their elementary chorus songs, having lively dinner table conversations, watching them bound through the snow, and how can I describe the sweetness of their hugs ? They are SO excited about Christmas. I wrap a few more presents every day, so the pile under the tree is screaming to be shaken and peeked at. How can I describe how much fun it is on Christmas morning?