I am going to sit on my arse and do nothing but eat twinkies for the rest of my days.
The kids can learn to care for themselves.
Yesterday, I asked Kim to set the table.
She put THREE plates on the table (should be 4), and NOTHING ELSE.
So, what are we going to eat with, our hands?
No s&p, no cups, nothing to drink.
Nothing.
I asked her to put
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I am sorry sweetie.
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My friend left this quote in my journal today and I thought I would pass it on, because it seems to fit, with the sheer amount of stuff you are dealing with:
"Work as though everything depended on you. Pray as though everything depended on God"
I love you. And I will continue to pray.
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i feel lost. like a mother bear who has lost her cub. so desperately trying to find her baby cub. where is my baby cub? will someone bring him back to me? i'm searching and searching and i can't find him. he needs me and i need him....so bad. so very bad. i'm lost.
Only mothers who have lost their babies can understand the physical pain your arms feel from aching to hold your baby. I would sit on the couch cradling air crying so hard wishing a warm baby filled my arms.
Crying in a hot shower because your breasts are so engorged and there is no baby to feed.
i never knew i could want something so bad...
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(that's my angel baby in my icon)
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It's such a comfort to hear from someone who has been there, who has felt the same pain. My arms feel so empty still.
How long has it been since your angel baby left you?
Your icon is different now than when I first read your comment, but I *did* see him, and he was so, so, so beautiful. Absolutely adorable.
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Logan would have been celebrating his 2nd birthday this December 11th. Wow, it still doesn't seem real.
I always recite Jeremiah 1:5 Before I formed you in the womb I knew you . . . It comforts me knowing that God had a plan for Logan, even if it was far different from mine. I don't think I would have made it without God and my husband.
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