Well, we have 11 days until Brian returns, and we are counting down the days. I think it has been harder on us all this time since in the 2 months we have been able to talk to him only a handful of times. Hannah is asking for her dad daily; and, as it so often does, everything seems to be going wrong at the worst time. Genna has finally started sleeping better (i.e. one full night without crying/waking up), but I almost hate to say anything because, as a mom of 2 young ones, you never know what the night holds. However, Genna has developed a nasty cough and a runny nose. I am still way behind on my sleep which leaves me a little less patient and tolerant. My phone is broken (which is causing me much isolation), and I am trying to buy a mini van this week (something I would have loved for my husband to be in charge of.) I went to the OBGYN today, and she looked at me like I was nuts for wanting more kids since apparently one is enough for her to handle at the moment and she can't even wrap her head around having 3 under the age of 4. She looked at me with such pity when she realized that I wanted more children and yet my varicose veins are like that of a "40 year old woman on her 5th pregnancy" (her exact words) instead of the 29 year old woman on my 3rd pregnancy that I am. She suggested that I look into surgery before my next pregnancy instead of waiting until I am through having children like they normally recommend.
Here we are at the beginning of Holy Week, and I have so many things distracting me it's not even funny. I wish I was better at joining my sufferings with Christ.
On a more positive note, I may have found a great deal on an entire set of used German baby furniture! I have a line from some song going through my head right now... "Always look on the bright side of your life."
That would be from Monty Python's The Life of Brian, my dear, and I can't tell you how proud it makes me that the song was in your head...
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