I haven't been sleeping all that super these days. I'm noticing that I'm running on empty that I'm more apt to cry like a little girl over the littlest of things. But then I get annoyed at myself for having to fight the urge for getting weepy over the color of blue in the curtains, a cellphone commercial, or even the kids giving me a hug. Haha, earlier today, while Preston was working on his homework and Layla was "working" on cleaning her room; I laid down for (what I thought was) a second, only to be awaken by Preston crawling into the bed to give me a hug...20-30 minutes later.
I'm so tired of looking at these boxes, that after the kids go to sleep that this is my time to unpack, rearrange, and put right my living space. But in doing so I've found that I end up staying up way later than I had planned to. I'm happy because I'm making strides with the house, however I'm in a perpetual state of frustration over the fact that the house isn't finished yet. Haha, a friend told me that it's a hard and fast rule that you get to add on two months for each child you have at home. Haha, so the kids apparently buy me six months. I'm half way done with our curtains now that I've gone the kids taken care of.
Here's me raising my can (of soda) to finding the light at the end of the unpacking/settling in tunnel!
Keep on truckin soldier!
ReplyDelete