Sunday, August 10, 2008
Farm It Up.
With out fail, I am proved over and over again, that my children are capable of making me eat my words. For instance. This little Miss. Rides a pony, and loves it? WHAT? She is still asking for more!
With out fail, I've realized that I am capable of taking care of my children when they are sick, but it really pisses me off to be my husband's nurse. For today, for example. I haven't been so nice. Am I evil? Get your own damn barf bucket.
With out fail, when ever I really need to be careful when I pour something, I spill it. Like today. I spilled powerade on my computer. I sure did.
This starts the last week of summer vacation. I'm a little sad, well, a lot sad. Where did the freaking time go? It slipped right through my fingers. The kids and I are on our own this week, partying it up. Due to my husbands large pay cut, decreased vacation time, and increased over time hours - - the kids and I will have to manage having fun every day with out him. Sad, I know. Not joking.
We have something planned every day this week - - that is - - if the kids get over their stomach bug in time. I've been in an interesting place the past week - - trying to swallow my husband's thousand-dollar-a-month pay cut, increasing my own work hours, while increasing my feeling that I just don't know how to get it all done. All the while starting to take the first of three fertility drugs I'm on. I fear I'm slowing losing it.
Which may be the perfect time to switch gears and show you these! We went to Farm Country yesterday, and had a blast. I love seeing my kids happy. **sigh**