I grew up an only child in a not always so happy environment. I dreamed of the white picket fence surrounding a big happy family. I have been blessed with 5 amazing sons and a wonderful husband. As a family we have done it all: been rich, been poor, been homeless, been sick, been healthy, been miserable, been happy.
My two oldest, 10 and 8, are growing up and showing us glimpses of the men they will become. Even though I have to battle their constant ploys for things that will hurt them: bad music, inappropriate television shows, friends who don't share our values, bad words and so forth. I am enjoying them so much. Who knew how much easier it would be when we got past the baby stage?
My littles, 5 and 2, are exhausting and wonderful. My days with them are spent fetching snacks, cleaning up the craft messes, snuggling and watching Backyardigans together. The 2 year old grabs my face with his hands and says, "I wuv you, Mom." I am wrapped around their little fingers.
Jeremiah, the baby, is my little love. He is sweet and spoiled and won't sleep unless he is touching me. I am sleep deprived and at his mercy still. He will be a very well traveled baby with all the conferences and trips we take. (Yes, he is coming to BlogHer and maybe even SheSpeaks)
Mark and I know it's time. He made the appointment last week for his first consult to have the big "V". I have been asking him to make the vasectomy appointment, but now he did. I am feeling like it is so, um, permanent. {bites nails}
Last night we had this conversation:
Alli: "Wow, I guess we really *are* done."
Mark: "Yep"
Alli: "Well, with the finality of it I am kinda torn. I think my fallopian tubes are screaming at me."
Mark: "Well, if you want another baby that's fine. You have 30 days to decide."
Alli: "Really? Wow. Ok. Well, we need to really think carefully about that...."
Mark: "Sure, but if you do, you can. not. live here. We are full."
{Insert giggles and teasing}
So, I guess we are done. Which is cool. They do keep me busy. Balancing being a Mommy, Wife and Momprenuer does kick my tail most days. But I would never change it. The sheer volume in the house is deafening, the messes are infinite.
I work on the computer while nursing baby and bouncing him on my knees. The littles naptimes, while the big guys are at school, are a whirlwind of trying to get all the work done. And the work is never done, I surround myself with the most amazing women who keep me and my businesses on track as much as possible. Even then, emails get buried, I forget to do what I was supposed to, and never have time to take that shower.
Most days I collapse on the couch at night thrilled they are all sleeping, happy for the quiet, and missing the pitter patter of feet all at the same time.
I wouldn't trade this crazy life for anything. One reason I am coming back to my Mommyblogging roots here at Mrs Fussypants, is I want to take the time to revel in the beauty of the daily chaos. One day they will read this site and get to 'know' who I was these years while I was raising them. They will read and get to know 'Mommy' from a different perspective. I want the kids to know how much I enjoyed the craziness of it all.
How about you? How did you know if you were "done" or are you having more kids? What is the magic number? I would love to hear. In the meantime, I gotta go make waffles and then clean syrup off the walls when we are all done. :)

This post is linked at Emily's lovely site: Chatting at the Sky