It's been a day. One of those days where you seriously question the wisdom of having that third child that you wanted so much. Don't get me wrong... I love Phoenix with all my heart and soul but my girls are getting on my everloving last freaking nerve. It's the NUMBER of children and needs and wants that wears me down.
You know ... it takes a village to raise a child. In this society that we live in we are so separated from those that could give us help with the child rearing. Hold babies while they cry, make our kids a meal, fold some laundry. I'm jealous (yes jealous) of people (mostly my best friend) who have their mother in laws around to invite them for dinner, watch their kids... who WANT THEM THERE. I always feel like an intruder. I feel like when I pull into their driveway and someone else is there that I should just keep on driving :( We descend with our horde and the noise level increases five fold. I feel like I need to keep my kids quiet and well behaved so people will invite us back... but we rarely rarely get invited anywhere. And I'm tired of inviting myself :(
Apparently I'm having a pity party tonight. Oh well. It's my blog and I'll cry if I want to.
I'm making ham stock tonight so I can make refried black beans tomorrow for dinner. It smells delicious. I've done my menu's for the next two weeks as well. My MIL is coming for a week at the end of the month and I am SO looking forward to it. I can't wait to have some company and help!!! I sound so pathetic don't I :(
I'll end here. Anything else I say will just come out totally wrong.