I typed and deleted. Retyped. Hesitated. I am trying to be positive and content and grateful, but I also want to be authentic and sincere and tell-it-how-it-is.
The Hubs' schedule is exhausting with two little ones. I am so proud of him for taking prereqs and working while I stay home with our babies. And it is my choice to stay home. But sometimes my choice is exhausting.
The extreme heat.
The boys deciding not to nap concurrently (or semi-concurrently or even at all).
Seeing The Hubs about twentyfiveish minutes each day.
Two of Bubby's favorite cds played over and over and over and over.
This morning's visit with my friend seems decades ago now instead of hours. A baby, two toddlers, and a preschooler needing our attention interrupted our visit several times, but we take what we can get these days.
Refreshing for my mind and soul and achy legs came via the ninety minute talk/discussion with other women about mentorship. But all that refreshment seemed to melt away as I loaded up both boys after church by myself tonight as we trudged across the parking lot in 100 degree heat. Then came Bugaboo's waling and gnashing of teeth - okay just waling since he has no teeth to gnash.
all. the. way. home.
In the time it has taken me to write this, Bubby has finally fallen asleep. Bugaboo is still awake on my lap, but at least he is quiet.
Say a little prayer for me tonight. Even with my energy zapped, so far it's been a good week filled with Bubby singing, Bugaboo laughing, Mommy dancing, sweet-tea-drinking, but I could use some divine intervention to get my batteries recharged for the next two days and the week after that, as well.