Tonight for about 95 minutes, my best camp-friend Maimees and I were responsible for four kiddos, ages 9, 4, 2 and 9 months.
Every ounce of energy I had stored up from this day off was zapped by their constanty noise.
As we toasted over white wine and sushi, Maimees and I agreed that four kids was an insane number of kids to have. We were there for about three quarters of a televised football game. We could not even begin to imagine going home to that every night.
There are talks being had, in our urban family about what the next five years will look like, and right now it seems to be a pretty blank canvas, but tonight, officially, with our black-circled eyes and our left-over soy sauce, Maimees and I proclaimed, "Four kids is too many."