motherhood- not for the squeamish

my brother once gave me a mother's day card. on the outside it shows a black and white picture of a mother sleeping between two sleeping children. a little caption box below the child on the left says "bed wetter" and the caption box below on the right says "drooler". when you open the card the inside says, "motherhood, not for the squeemish- happy mother's day."
i thought about that card last night. instead of two children in bed, there are three. one the, the doting brother who can't be more than a legos throw away from the baby. his caption would read "teeth grinder" but considering the lip injury it reads "moaner". then there is may jay. she burns most of her calories during sleep. her caption would read "whirling dirvish". then the baby. she's conjested. i'm suspecting dairy is causing her to be this way. but it's so very hard to give up. she snorts and squeaks so her caption is definitely "miss piggy".
i liked that card. i think i kept it somewhere. i'll have to dig back and find it. i hope i remember these nights. i fear i'll have to dig back in my dusty memory to search for these hazy times when i'm an old woman. i know these nights are hard, but there is something sweet about them.
God, thank you for the chance to give myself 24/7.