the kind where you haven't seen your husband/father in 31+ hours.
the kind where you load up the kids at 6pm and head straight for the Wendy's drive-thru.
you can't actually go inside because you're all wearing sweats (or tight fitting pterodactyl pj's if you're Noah.)
the kind where you wished you'd taken a picture of the boy in said pj's bundled up against the sub-zero temperature (think big coat, beanie, mittens...and tight pants on skinny little legs) but you just couldn't handle one more thing at the moment. So you settle for a good laugh and lock the picture away in your memory (or describe it on your blog so when you forget, it's here to remind you).
the kind where your almost 3-year old makes it across the balance beam all by her-big-girl-self at gymnastics and you've never seen her more proud - and you're right there with her.
the kind where the cuteness of said almost 3-year old has worn off before 11am and you spend the rest of the day doing way too much yelling.
the kind where you do your grocery shopping (alone!) at 9:30pm. in your pepto-bismol colored sweats.
the kind where your sister calls you with very exciting news.
the kind where you show up at your good friends house at 9pm cuz you need to borrow something. and then you talk her ear off for 30 minutes. and think about how lucky you are to have said friend.
the kind where you come home and eat a chocolate bar with a big glass of milk at 10pm because it's wednesday-treat-day...except you've already had a donut from Kwik Trip and 4 oreos from the cupboard earlier today.
the kind where you snuggle up with your kids to watch American Idol and that cute-little-naughty-little almost 3-year old falls asleep in your lap.
and you realize...it's all worth it
[but maybe not the chocolate bar (?)]