Oh. My. WOW.
Until Monday, I am the oldest of sixteen. That's right, there are 15 kids younger than I crawling around. The scary thing? We're only hosting one other family.
You might think it's insanity over here, but it's really not that bad. At any given moment there are four kids in the garage, six playing a card game, two reciting bible verses, one playing piano, one trying to blog, one harassing the blogger, and two babies looking cute.
This morning at breakfast we went through a about two gallons of milk, and I-don't-even-want-know how many boxes of raisin bran.
But here's the best part: All the girls are sleeping in the girl's dorm, and all their boys are with our guys. There's so much body heat, we kill the heater and we're still cracking windows. But at girl's dorm, the giggling is so bad, I'm sure the whole neighborhood can hear us. So what? We have 20 people living in 16,000 square feet, and we're doing splendidly.
My friend's dad is a realtor, and he's having a really hard time fathoming how we do it. Easy. We all do chores before and after breakfast, then we had a piano recital. Right now were having a ping-pong tournament--single elim, my money's on John--and then we're all going to have lunch. . .
Don't even ask what we're making for lunch. All I can say is there's a LOT of it!