I admit that I am still feeling rather overwhelmed today but I am choosing to be thankful for the good things. For some of you I am sure that this comes naturally but for me, a natural pessimist, this is harder to do that your average optimist might guess.
Anyway, this morning I spent some time "blog surfing" and I really enjoyed it. Reading other mom-blogs reminds me of a few key points.
1. I am not alone.
2. This too shall pass.
3. Other moms struggle too.
4. Nobody is perfect.
5. God still loves me even when I suck.
So here are a few pictures of my sweet Olivia and I blog surfing. I am really thankful for ALL my kids... but this morning Olivia's smiles were especially encouraging to me.
This is a picture of Olivia enjoying pictures of herself on the screen... don't you wish you smiled that big when you looked at yourself?
This is me trying to show of my daughters AWESOME bed head... it really looks like someone back combed the tiny bit of hair she actually has! It's hard to see but gosh, it really does look funny.
Hugs from my kids always make me feel better. Because really... they are the most important thing I have "to do" in my life right now anyway.
As long as my kids are well cared for, as long as they know they are loved and precious is our sight and God's eyes then my day will be successful.
And I forgot one major point... my parent and sibling in-laws love us and are coming to see US not our house. My mother-in-law has seen me at my absolute lowest point and loves me anyway.
Actually... I have a pretty awesome (and hilarious) story about my sweet mother-in-law. Right after Owen was born my MIL came down to watch Aiden (who was 17 months at the time) and help my hubby out while I was still in the hospital. I was in the hospital for 7 days because I had experienced post-partum depression with Aiden and they were making sure I didn't go completely nuts.
Anyway, the day I brought Owen home from the hospital my husband had to go back to work. So I had been home for a couple hours. I was holding my newborn and my son Aiden came running through the house and slipped and hit his head HARD on our concrete-linoleum covered floor. He split his forehead open and was bleeding like crazy (as head wounds often do). I FREAKED!!! I handed my newborn to my MIL and picked up my sobbing bleeding son and then I started sobbing and then I PEED MY PANTS!!!! (this is a 100% true story).
For a minute I thought I had started hemorrhaging or something but upon further inspection I realized I really had just peed my pants.
My sweet mother-in-law was trying to calm me down, soothe my crying newborn and check my bleeding toddler's head to make sure he really was ok... all the while trying not to burst out laughing at the sight of me sobbing like a lunatic and peeing my pants.
Honestly, my mother-in-law is a saint. I would have howled with laughter if I was her.
Anyway, she manages to get us all somewhat calmed down and into the car to take us to the hospital for some stitches.
I'm still crying.
Aiden is still crying.
Owen is asleep in his car seat.
We get to the emergency room and I go in with Aiden while my MIL watches Owen. They put stitches in Aiden's head and make me hold him down while they do this. I seriously almost passed out but at least I didn't pee my pants in the hospital!
We get home and I put Aiden down and PEE MY PANTS AGAIN! No, I am NOT kidding.
By now I am starting to become less concerned about my child and more concerned about this bladder issue I have developed. Still, my mother-in-law doesn't laugh at me! She just carries on watching my kids while I clean myself up and call my ob/gyn.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: Um... hi... so... I keep peeing my pants and I DON'T KNOW WHY!!!!!
Doctor: Oh, ya, that happens sometimes with larger babies and fast deliveries. You have a "stunned bladder".
Doctor: It should get better eventually. Come see us in a few weeks if it doesn't.
Me: Are you kidding?
Doctor: Just go to the bathroom every two hours whether you feel like it or not. That should keep you from any more embarrassing accidents.
Me: Um...ok...by then.
It did get better after a couple weeks. But I will never forget my MIL's heroic actions that day in keeping us all sane... especially me. And not laughing at me. She's a gem I tell you.
Anyway, my point is that there is no reason to get all in a tizzy over the state of my house. I'll just chalk it up to something we can all laugh about later. I hope.
And in the grand scheme of things there are a lot worse things in life than a really busy week with a lot of unexpected interruptions.
I'll just suck it up now.
And thanks to all you who very graciously refrained from giving me advice and telling me to stop being such a baby. I do appreciate it!
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