The adrenalin from this weekend is gone and I’ve completely crashed- emotionally and physically.
I’m feeling down and disappointed.
I prayed and prepared all week that we would all be healthy and rested for the wedding. When the day arrived we were all sick and tired (Isaac woke at 3:00 and Audrey at midnight screaming about having an accident on the floor in the bathroom). That wouldn’t have been that hard of a request to grant, God. I’m not sure what greater good it accomplished and I’m disappointed with you. Also, Ethan wants to know why his shots hurt even though he prayed they wouldn’t. I didn’t know what to say. I know the answers and I don’t like them. My friend, Catherine, called me before we left for Cottage Grove to say that she was praying everything would go well with the kids for the wedding. I really feel like God doesn’t care about me right now.
I celebrated Mother’s Day with no mom.
We married off my brother without my mom. I needed her there. We needed a “mom of the groom”. She would have known what to do and what to say. She would have told Brian how happy she was for him and how proud of him she was.
Isaac has been sick forever. He went from having the gatro-intestinal flu to having an infection and now he has a cold.
When do we get a break?