I laugh in the face of privacy...

I am literally never alone...not when I'm napping, not when I'm eating, not even when I'm in the bathroom (yes, there are miliseconds here and there, but i'm usually interrupted). I type this as Henry leans against me as only an 8-week-old can - kinda wobbly and slumped, bobbing and cooing. Though I miss being alone, I love this little boy and his three older siblings who have robbed me of my privacy. I love them more than my privacy a thousand times over.