This morning, after receiving a phone call, I felt quite satisfied.
You see, last night, I hosted a sleepover party with my 7 gorgeous girls that I coach. It was nothing special - we got some pizza, watched some movies, had some giggles, and didn't get anywhere near enough sleep. There was way to much energy to contemplate consuming more sugar, so the slices I had prepared stayed in the fridge.
My husband, who had contemplated finding a hotel room for the evening after realising he would be sharing a house with 7 tweens, decided to stay at home and brave the madness. After everyone had left, he turned to me and said 'Babe... if we have 7 children, we're not gonna last...' The fact that he is even contemplating kids after a good 14 hours solid of listening to inane chatter and squealing is the best sign ever.
Then I got a phone call for a job interview next week. I just need a job, and then everything else can fall into place. I am satisfied with my life - this will just make it so much better!
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