Too little too long

It seems as if life has just flown by the last couple months. But then again while I am sitting here it seems as if our 7 month adventures in babysittingis going so slow that it will never end. It is hard to believe that we have 46 days 4 hours and 17 minutes, not that I am keeping track ;). This "adventure" has been quite the undertaking. People ask me, was it more than you thought or about what you expected? Well I will be honest with you. It has been one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life. Without the family connection and strong base of close friends this would have driven me to the nut house. If at any time prior to this I thought my wife was a good mom, more or less a good person, I was nothing short of wrong, she is the most amazing mother of 4 I have met. She will unconditionally love and forgive two kids that are not even hers. I on the other hand have taken the opportunity to love them, hold them, care for them, and structure them. I don't always forgive them on the same day they make a mistake, but my wife will. I have learned a lot while they have been here. I have learned to love stronger with less time to do it. I have learned to bath four kids in 20 minutes. I have relearned how to change a diaper, how to cure diaper rash, how to potty train again, how to brush four sets of teeth, how to tuck in four wide awake children and get them to understand it's time to sleep, wake four kids up get them dressed, get them in their car seats, and last but not by any means the last thing I have learned but, I have taught four kids how to love each other no matter how different they are. My two kids have learned to share their life with two complete strangers. They barely knew these two cousins of theirs before they showed up. I am proud of how my children have handled the situation. It makes me feel as if I am doing my job as a parent. I will be the first one to tell you I haven't done everything right. I have made my mistakes in discipline and coddling to my own children first. But I will admit I have done my best and if asked to do it again, I would gladly say, NO FUCKING WAY!! Not a chance! I am glad that I did it but if given the opportunity to fast forward and see my daily duties I would have been selfish enough of my family to say no. I told you I was honest:). When this is over I am going to 1st have a party and get so rocked that I can't talk straight, 2nd I am going to spend an extraordinary amount of time with my wife, kids, and immediate family, and 3rd, I am going to find myself missing the boys, and thinking, I would do it all over again. But then I will think back to the noise, the ass wiping, the nose blowing, the fighting, the early morning wake ups, the sick days, the back talk, the split love, and the full house, and I will say.......not a chance!