Teresa and I have about reached that rock bottom point where it seems that babies are everywhere, the house is perpetually cluttered, and our free time is virtually non-existent. It’s depressing, especially for Teresa, the stay-at-home slave … I mean mom. We knew this time would come, of course. I often said, “Bring it on, the whole wife and kids and poverty thing. I can take it! It will be an adventure!” But the horror of the trials has come in a way we didn’t expect … monotony. There’s light at the other end, we of course, but the challenge is still real. In the mean time, our quest is to glory, like Paul, in our afflictions. … Not that we really have any.