Woke up this morning...

...and realized our children are ages 17, 16, 15, 14, 14, 12, 11, 10, 10, and 7!  I crawled back under the covers and hid for a few minutes, but was shortly called to action by a little one who came into our room with an urgent need for parental assistance.  I read a facebook comment yesterday from a parent of a child who had been adopted at an older age.  Someone had asked her how she did everything she needed to do on a day-to-day basis.  Her response:  "Lots of prayer and lots of liquor!"  I wonder how my teetotaling religion would respond if I got a little help from Captain Jack on occasion.  Hmmm. I call on doctors all day for a living.  Perhaps an out-of-the box thinker could prescribe me a little liquid courage.  On second thought, I need to be stone cold sober at all hours of the day or night.  One  never knows when one of our munchkins will have an emergency requiring my utmost and completely focused attention.  Like when one of our hypochondriacs comes in and says, "Dad, if I stand on one leg and tilt my head just right, it hurts in my big toe."  I must ever be on the alert so I can assuage the pain and suffering of poor souls in agony!

Still, I must admit I'm a bit jealous of her prayer and liquor strategy:)

-Jer