This month marks five years of marriage to my lovely husband. What a ride, we have what I like to call our own little "cha cha cha chia family!" Just add water, ok not exactly water.... Five years married as of January 11th, and three little boys to our name.

We don't know what we are doing the weekend of January 11th, but we already have plans for the children: they are visiting Gram and Gramp!

Ah what shall we do? Maybe a quick trip to New York City to eat at a fancy restaurant and stay in the midst of it all. Maybe stay home and actually do the things we have been meaning to, but never have the time? Fun stuff like organize our files, and go through all of the baby stuff that our kids have outgrown.

Inevitably we will avoid chores even if we stay home. We end up doing absolutely nothing because we can't think of what the heck to do with ourselves without the kids. We sit there and ask one another, "What should we do?" "I don't know what do you want to do?" "No, I asked you first." And so it goes.

Upon the occasion that we manage to get out of our house, one of the very first topics of conversation is always: What if something happens to the kids or us while we are away from each other? Then we launch into our diatribe about how we really have to write a will and choose who gets the kids if we kick the bucket.

What a nice way to start a romantic weekend! As you can see, even when the kids aren't right in front of your face stressing you out, they are still stressing you out.

Of course we talk ourselves out of the doom and gloom eventually, and tell each other that in reality nothing is going to happen to them. It's not any more likely that they will be hurt on someones else's watch than our own. In fact every emergency so far, has been when I'm standing right next to the boy of the hour!

It's a new year, I for one only hope that my family remains healthy and happy. I'll take all the little annoyances and stresses if he just keeps my family safe.

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