I apologize for the sparse blogging, but I have a good reason. I'm just plain worn out. By the time bedtime rolls around my brain barely has the capacity to string sentences let alone the energy it takes to type them.
Granted I have three children, but honestly the brunt of exhaustion comes from just one of them. She's roughly twenty pounds and has the cutest pixie face you've ever seen. She has an opinion about everything and frustrates very easily. She can often be found wherever I am, mostly because she likes to be held, except of course when I need to hold her in which case she is running away from me.
Have I mentioned she frustrates easily? We're talking 0-60 in the blink of an eye. God forbid the baby doll doesn't sit right in the stroller or worse, Trent looks at something she was thinking about wanting. She ate cat food today and my poor mom near lost a finger digging it out of her mouth.
Lord have mercy though she is cute and loves to snuggle. Especially at 3 in the morning, which is when the nursing marathon begins. What's that you say? Make her cry it out...ok, then I'll call you when her droning has woken up the other two and I'm dealing with three kids at 3am.
Sometimes in the afternoon I lay on the living room floor and cover my face. While this seems to be their cue to come and crawl all over me at least I'm laying and they're entertained, right?
Honestly I'm not complaining. The Lord is teaching me so much. While my flesh cries out to have tidy home and clean hair (I can dream can't I?), the Holy Spirit is teaching me to rely on Him. Through the exhaustion He replenishes my energy. Through the outbursts He teaches me patience. Through the personality differences He teaches me thankfulness. Each day I fall more in love with Him and my three sweet blessings. Yes even the little one, her feisty disposition has completely stolen my heart and I wouldn't change her...
nope, not one single thing. Love you baby girl.