I can barely find time to go to the restroom, let alone find time to blog. As I type my little one is fussing in his seat. It’s been a really long day and it’s not even half over. I’m not wishing the days away, just wish this day were going a little better. Stinky Face woke us up around 2am with a cough that we know all too well. He has croup for about the 10th time. I think that’s pretty much unheard of, but once you’ve heard this distinctive cough, you know for sure it’s croup. He’s seen specialists, but they have never been very helpful. So, between him and the baby, it was a really rough night and the day hasn’t proven much better.
I am much more relaxed though, this third time around. Life is what it is and God gave me each circumstance for a reason. I know that my major lack of sleep and fussing and sick children is nothing compared to what Christ went through for me and there are also many people in this world who would just love to have a child and can’t. So I try to look at it all as a blessing. That’s what the Lord would want us to do. I know they are blessings. I’d do anything for my children.