So, here we begin.

My oldest, Madelyn, graduated from her one day a week kindergarten yesterday. Caps, gowns, it was purely adorable.

She was the picture of self confidence and grace in a 5 year old. Me? I was feeling like a crazy person inside trying to make sure her 3 younger siblings had everything they needed to not be crazy banshees.
Crackers for a snack? Check
Wipes? Diapers? Check
Stress medicine for the husband who hates crowds? Check
Liam (who just turned 4) kept farting and telling everyone in a 2 row radius about it.
Ella (10 months) was pulling down my shirt almost exposing me over and over again because she wanted to nurse NOW.
Gracie (2) laid down in the aisle and instead of worrying about germs like I see other moms do,  I was just hoping she might fall asleep down there.
All in all it was a good night and I'm so proud of my girl.
I'm also thinking, "ah man. Now we have to do 1st grade stuff!" And 1st grade stuff just seems more....real.  One day at a time though, mama. We'll get through this, one hot mess day at a time.