Catching Up

Is it really that important? I mean, yes I keep this blog as my record of what we're up to and how I'm feeling, but I feel so behind, do I really need to catch up?

A few things I've been thinking about:

I fell all the way down the stairs two weeks ago (stop laughing, it hurt) and did something funny to my fingers on my right hand, got some rug burn and my ego was definitely bruised. Chris still says, "now, how did you fall down the stairs? I just don't get it." Either do I. Anyhow, it's two weeks later and one of my fingers still hurts, not a good sign.

My kids are off track and the weather is not cooperating. We had big plans!

Patch has been home since Monday afternoon. I'm still feeling the love of my friends and guilty that my house twice cleaned by them is now dirty because I've been playing with my kids instead. Why can't I manage both?

Even though this experience with Patch was wearing, I am so thankful for the things that have come out of it. Patch is such a trooper, he is so good at taking his medicine even though it steals an hour of time twice a day. This experience has also helped me to remember that even though I don't want him to act like the baby, he is still little and I need to remember to do things with him that 5yr. old kids do.

I am exhausted, I just don't know how to be an exhausted person. There is always something to do or be done. Just when I think I have a minute, some needs something.This isn't a complaint, I am realizing that I love to be on the move and it's who I am. I can rest when I'm dead!

I love when my kids tell me they love me, before I've prompted it. Then I know it's from the heart. They do this all the time. I have the best kids ever!