I'm just sayin'...

You know... it would be wrong for me to convey to you that everything in my life is sunshine and roses. (Brace yourself, I'm feeling reflective.) :)

Yes, I am a very blessed woman. I have a beautiful family, we're adopting and expecting a baby, dah duh dah duh dah... I don't have to tell you how blessed I am. I KNOW I'm blessed and I AM thankful. (That was my disclaimer.)

But tonight I'm frustrated. And tired. I MISS my husband and I want him to come home. I don't like watching TV by myself at night after the kids go to bed. I need him here to tell him all the funny things that the girls said that day. I need him to hug me and laugh at me because I'm weird. I need his sense of calm and his wisdom. I want to see my little boy and get to know him more. I want to start life with him here. I want him to be included when I reference "my children". I am concerned about this TB thing. Tonight I read some blogs about TB testing and I don't want him to do that for three days. Now granted, I don't want to be ignorant either, and if he's got active TB (which we HIGHLY doubt), then it needs to be addressed and treated. But if he doesn't, I want them to leave him alone and let him come home to me.

The pipes under my kitchen sink busted last night and flooded my kitchen floors. I backed into Jakes truck last week and dented the bumper of the van we need to sell. I hate dragging the stinky trash cans down to the road on Monday nights. My kids need a break from me and I need a break from them. We've been together every waking minute for the last two weeks. We've survived a fever bug, a separate stomach bug, heat exhaustion, dehydration, sunburn, multiple bug bites, a bee sting, some swollen feet and a few braxton hicks (those last three were me :)). Not to mention 4 days of VBS, a yearly developmental eval and an IFSP meeting (for Abby) and a 22 week OB checkup. I'm pregnant and I'm cranky. Everything smells funny to me and my belly itches really bad. I'm starving but the only thing that tastes good is Root beer and cheese dip.

And ya know, oh well. Poor me. Life goes on. This is what its like to have 3 kids between the ages of 2 and 5. Its about to get even crazier! This is what I signed up for and really, I don't mind all that much. The point is... I'm just tired.

This doesn't mean that anyone needs to feel sorry for me (please don't!) or come to my rescue. I just needed to vent, and its MY blog. :) And I know my God loves me... swollen feet and all.