Morning Mayhem

When my ninth child was born, every one was fourteen and under. That meant that everything, even ordinary tasks became huge productions. Just to feed, clothe and house the eleven members of our family required energy, stamina and organization.  Everyone had to co-operate because after dinner, dishes, kitchen clean-up, homework and homework help, lunches, bath time, story time and bedtime all begged for…… Continue reading Morning Mayhem