Oh my

Yep...really no words to explain yesterday than...oh my. It was finals week for Ben and since we were traveling all last week, everything was crammed into a few short days culminating with a long weekend of Ben being gone to the library, late night writing sessions and an entire Sunday (from 6:00am.-midnight) of working non-stop on the remaining research papers, exams, and discussion boards he had left. Which left me, to do the rest. I'm not gonna lie to ya, I was so frustrated. However, I don't mind picking up the slack because all these college courses are working towards finishing his degree to better our future. Me picking up the slack, incredible exhaustion and a gorgeous weather weekend means there is much to be desired in every aspect of what I am trying to do here. The house right now is almost laughable. I literally could not find a spot on the counter to put a plate to make Connor's breakfast or pour his milk. I literally can not walk in the laundry room because so much has piled around the washer and dryer and to boot- Connor has ZERO clean jammies left to wear to bed tonight. There are ZERO overnight diapers left and I can't find my steambags to clean Alaina's binks or breastpumping stuff. The fridge is jammed packed with food falling out when you open the door with all the good and healthy things I bought on Thursday to help me accomplish my weight loss goals and I buckled under the weight of Connor's whining and my laziness for an easy morning and had cinnamon rolls...again. I feel like this is exactly why women have mental breakdowns. Mom's go crazy and fall off the deep end. I'm not saying I'm there...not even close. But you try so hard to create a kind of order and serenity for your home, and that idea is AMAZING until the dog walks in with dirt on her paws, and the baby cries because she's hungry and then spits up all over the place and then cries some more and your toddler whines about the un-fairness of life because you put on Mickey instead of Jake and the Neverland Pirates or the cheerios he begged for 3 minutes ago isn't what he wanted at all and should I even start on husbands?!?! But you know what....I wouldn't have it any other way. Well, maybe a maid service every 2 weeks would be nice. And Curtis Stone to cook my oh-so nutritious and delicious meals for my family...possibly Bob and Jillian to whip my post-pregnancy butt in to shape (well, maybe not Jillian, she would make me cry). But honestly, I love my life. I am blessed that God put Ben in my life. I am doubly blessed for my beautiful (if not ornry sometimes) and amazing children. Life is good, you know? Stinky diapers, muddy paws, a lawn that needs to be cut, laundry that needs to be done- it's all okay. It will get done and just so you all know...this is not usually my personality. All these things that need to be done would normally put me into panic mode overdrive, but I feel an overwhelming sense of peace. There will be enough time to get it all done and if there's not....well, there's always tomorrow.