Imagine, for a moment, that you are a pitcher on a baseball team. It's the 9th inning, and your relief pitcher is out sick that day. It's up to you, and you are exhausted. Just when you think you are about to croak... they send in there best hitter against you. This is how I feel about mothering some days. Sleep deprivation, a toddler who is testing her limits CONSTANTLY, a baby who is suddenly demanding more time and attention, and a husband in the middle of tax season who is working 6 days a week have made me feel whipped. Thus the lack of posts these days. Hopefully with warmer weather just around the corner, we can get this toddler outside to burn off some of this pent-up energy and fill our lungs with much needed fresh air. If I could just figure out how to get Drew to sleep longer at night!
Drew is being baptized tomorrow, so hopefully pictures will be up soon.
In Which Matthew Turns Nine
1 year ago