Four friends and I all met at one of our homes (not mine… a larger one was highly necessary!) for lunch yesterday.
One child was missing from the crew. Kid count: 23. The oldest was 9.
Three nine year olds.
Three seven year olds.
One six year old.
Three five year olds.
Three four year olds.
Two three year olds.
Two two year olds.
Two one year olds.
A ten month old.
An eight month old.
A three month old.
A two month old.
My ears were ringing. The noise was deafening. The mess was pretty spectacular.
Afterwards, our hostess offered to keep my kids so I could go shopping by myself.
She’s one incredibly brave lady.
Charlotte came with me. I bought myself some new clothes. It was amazing.
Not quite as amazing as 23 kids in one house for 5 hours, but amazing nonetheless.