constant interruption

this is how it goes. my day. not really my day. the day. my kids day. somehow i've morphed into a being who answers to a 13 year old, an 11 year old, a 8 year old, a 5 year old and an almost 3 year old. and today i wanted another one! i can hear sharon's voice ringing in my head "WHAT THE HELL?". i know, i know, it's insane. it's crazy. i mean, right now, the 13 year old is laying on the floor WAITING PATIENTLY for the computer. i mean, on the floor right at my feet. there are graham cracker crumbs in MY bed from someones afternoon snack in MY bed. i mop, they track in dirt. i clean the toilets, they pee all over them. i wash their clothes, they dirty them. 5 minutes after they get them out of the clean clothes. i spend hours making a great meal. they turn up their noses, push the food around the plate and get a bowl of cereal. and i want another one of these beings to interrupt my life, to give me kisses when i least expect it, to hug me all day, to giggle when i tell a joke, to smile at me for no reason. i should stop while i'm ahead. i should be logical. but everything in me says this is what I was made to do. i mean, i really don't have anything else to do at the moment. (which is precisely the reason to NOT have more!) no pressing dreams. no major talents that need to be unleashed. i had a great life before kids and i really have no big desire to go back there or recapture what i once had. it would be futile anyway as life tends to change and you can never really go back. so my day, the day will constantly be interrupted now and for today....i'm okay with that. my eldest just SIGHED. "are you ALMOST done???!!!" yes, no, maybe so.......