Just feeling a bit overwhelmed this week, so I’m doing what a do best when my to do list is larger than my energy level. I’m doing nothing. Although is blogging really considered nothing?
There’s too much to do. and for whatever reason, I am exhausted this week. I’ve fallen asleep on the couch for the past two nights before 10. I don’t have a baby waking up at night, so there is no excuse there. I’m getting plenty of sleep. Maybe it’s the cold/sinus thing I’ve been fighting. I know it’s not because I’m pregnant so don’t even think it.
As I type this, Cami is sitting in a mound of cheerios that was once Logan’s breakfast that she pulled off the coffee table. Logan is standing here naked because he just showed up at the back door soaking wet and covered in mud. I have an ant problem in the kitchen. I clearly need to vacuum, not only because of the cheerio mess, but also because I haven’t vacuumed since Friday, and 5 days is way too long with 3 messy kids and a cat.
I am having a garage sale this weekend in hopes of making enough money to buy a new stroller. Did I tell y’all that I backed the car over my stroller? Good one, Meg. My step-dad fixed it for me, so it still works….but the frame is bent just enough that it doesn’t steer very well. It’s been 2 months, and I just can’t take it anymore. But I feel bad spending money on a new one, so I figure if I make enough at the garage sale then I can get a new one. Oh, but all the stuff for my garage sale is in the attic…or piled in the garage…and I haven’t even gone through the toys and books to see what we can get rid of. I don’t even want to start the garage sale project. Just thinking about it stresses me out.
Speaking of thinking about things and getting stressed, Derek, who does so much any time he is home, is traveling. A lot. And there is no sign of his travel schedule slowing down any time soon. In fact, it’s getting busier and with bigger trips (like China). And I feel like I should be able to handle it, because there are single moms or military moms who do it alone all the time. But the truth is, I don’t handle it very well. There are only 3 weeks of school left, and then it’s summer. It’s kids 24/7 and a traveling husband. And then I feel guilty because I do realized how blessed I am to have this life, to have these kids, to have a husband who has a great job. And I feel guilty complaining or even feeling overwhelmed by it, because I should be able to handle it. And there are women out there who would give anything to be where I am, and I bet they would be able to handle it.
Okay, enough. I’ll end with this picture that totally warms my heart and makes me smile. Oh, how I love this girl!