It's 8 pm.
Today is magical as the babies fell asleep at a reasonable hour. You got the time to shower today and you are in your cardigan and your warm fuzzy socks. Enjoying your cup of hot chocolate, beneath the warm night lights in your quilt.
Another day of madness has come to an end. You look at their sleeping faces, so calm, drifted away in some dreamland of their own. You are ready to do it all over again, no matter what it takes.
You barely enjoy your occasional shower, you eat on the go, your body aches, your home, your life feels like a mess, but they make them worth it. Your hands are always full, but so is your heart.