Sleep? I've no idea what that is. Naps are the way to go.
Energy? Again, no clue as to what it is, as any I may have is long gone due to running after an ever energetic baby boy.
I call my son baby boy and instantly tell myself to stop. he's a big boy now. As if he will ever stop being my baby.
Son numbah two is mean. He doesn't believe in resting until Mama is sick. Seriously.
My refrigerator is full of chicken and veggies, my pantry full of beans. Husband's diet is yucky to a pregnant woman. And a toddler too, apparently. We all look forward to cheat day :)
Can someone come clean my house for me? Please? But let me know when you come so I'm not too embarrassed by its disgustingness. Thank you, Lord, for an understanding husband.
I desperately wish we were still having block leave. Why can't block leave be all year round with only two weeks of work? I like that idea a lot :)
That being said, my pity party is over and I give you the joy in my life.
My amazing, loving huzbhand.
My hilarious, sweet little big boy.
My son numbah two that just can't come soon enough for me so I can meet him.
My ever encouraging and fun friends. I never fail to laugh and be uplifted when with them.
My all emcompassing, merciful and faithful God.
Who says life is hard??