Happy New Years!
This is the year that I vow to stop bitching about little things that don't matter.
This is the year that I will live in gratitude for all that I am blessed with.
This is the year that I will focus less on stuff and more on relationships - with myself, my husband, my children, my family and my friends.
My dear friends had their fourth baby on Christmas Eve - born with a heart defect and a brain malformation. All things we knew before baby Penny was born. At one week old she has been given the go-ahead for major open heart surgery. Her family will travel to Edmonton, where the surgery will happen.
Penny is a fighter. She has been surrounded in prayer since before she was born. I believe with all my heart that Penny will come out of surgery with the strength to live a long and happy life.
Happy New Years to you all!
|All I want for Christmas is peace.|
Do you ever get tired of my drivel?
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
That's what it sounds like.
I need some excitement!
I am off in search of excitement.
Yesterday I had a huge Starbucks coffee. They must put speed in that stuff. I came home and got so much done! Holy smokes. I cleaned my laundry room (huge job) up. Got rid of bags of garbage. Sorted and put away lots of stuff. Now that would have been a good before & after shot, but I was so caught up in the moment!!
While I was cleaning, my littlest monkey found some of her big sisters old toys that we were storing. Dollhouse accessories and people without the dollhouse. She was entertained for hours playing with them!
Today I am beat. Sleep has been a struggle for me lately. I slept from midnite to four when Ciara woke up. I got her back to sleep right away but noticed a funny noise. It was a helicopter circling around my neighbourhood. We live in the burbs, this is unusual. I watched it for about 15 minutes wondering where the bad guys was. I went back to bed but was wide awake and a little nervous about roaming bad guys. Hubby woke up for work at 5 and I fell back asleep for a little while. I feel like I was up drinking last night. Blech.
I think I am going to run and get ready to take my kids to Heritage Park for a pancake breakfast. It is not often we are all awake by 8:30. Oy vey. September is going to be a rude awakening!!
It has been one of those days.
I feel very tapped out. A combination of PMS and having no time to myself in the last week or two. I am starting to feel the strain of all the long days.
My kids are edgy and getting on my nerves. They are fighting with each other and with me.
Today, of all days, I would like cooperation. But that would be too much to ask!
My period was 15 days late this month. How wierd is that? This happened a couple of months ago, too. Other than these two instances I am as normal as clockwork. I wonder if I have some sort of imbalance? Perhaps I am starting to go thru menopause! That might not be a bad thing.
I am going to try and survive the rest of my day. I need to vacuum and remake beds with clean sheets.
Focus. Focus. Focus.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.