I have four children. I have two eyes. I need AT LEAST two more to keep up with all of them. Really if I had my way, I’d have at least FOUR more eyes. You know, just so I could drive safely. Or maybe I could burn cook supper and keep them from bouncing the exercise ball off the television in the living room. Maybe I could even get some computer work done while I made sure no one decided to explore one of the many piles of dog poop in the yard.

Better yet, I could fix my 3-year-olds’ hair without her younger sister sticking Read the rest of this entry »