It just dawned on me as I was cleaning up tonight that it has been a full year since I stopped working outside our home. Today, looking at how busy our days are, I seriously DO NOT know when I would go to a paying job. Yes, there are some days, (ok, most days) when it feels like the movie Groundhog's Day...wake up, get Hailey, change diaper, snuggle with Paige, make breakfast, watch Sesame Street, empty the dishwasher (just to fill it up again), play, run errands, nap, learning time, get dinner started, wake up from nap, quiet time, make dinner, have dinner, etc...Yep, most days are the same. However, I'm confident the girls are well adjusted because of this routine and are home. Sure they catch the crazy germ once a year that is going around, but that too is healthy. We have so much fun all day. Yes, there's lots of redirecting, teaching, frustration (by all parties), but most of all there is love, comfort and a sense of safety. I feel grateful for this time with them and treasure each second (even though some of those seconds include me wanting to scream at the top of my lungs). I'm excited to see how this time leads or molds or affects the girls in their future lives, as really that is what all of this is for. It's not an instant thing like a paying job can give you, be it a product developed or a patient thriving from treatment, it's a long, long process that takes years. I hope my hard work pays off.