The glass is half full.

Lloyd Dobbler told me the other day that he felt like we were still in survival mode. I think we are past that. I mean, we are getting things done. We're doing the necessary things. We have clean clothes and meals and clean dishes. We aren't living in a cardboard box on the side of the road. This week I feel like I have done a lot more. And maybe that's why I have been so tired by the end of the day and had such a time dealing with these restless nights. But it's a little after 9pm here. The kitchen is cleaned up. I am sort of ready for the company that is coming tomorrow---Sweet T's beloved friend is coming over to play and have lunch with us tomorrow (along with his mom and sister). I am fixing to wrap the birthday presents. Lloyd Dobbler is ironing some clothes downstairs. That's one thing I haven't gotten around to: the ironing. But there are clean clothes for him to iron--that's a step in the right direction, isn't it?

I feel like we are doing okay. I am going to bed tired, but I have a sense of satisfaction because, even though I am not accomplishing my lofty goals and doing impressive things, things are getting done. It's that good kind of tired. And even with Baby J---I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Do you know the tunnel I am talking about? That newborn tunnel of exhaustion and stress. It's getting better. And it will keep getting better. Every night I anticipate him making advancements on the sleeping frontier.

So things are good.

And tomorrow we have a birthday.


My precious Sweet T is turning four.
I can't believe that child is four already.
But he's four going on twenty-one.

The family party will be Saturday night
when the grandparents and aunt and uncles are here.
Tomorrow will be a fun day.
Sweet T is SO EXCITED about his friend
coming over to play.
Cupcakes are made.
They are having pizza rolls for lunch.
I've got to get these presents wrapped.

And by the way, I don't have to eat my words
about the stupid Amazons. No package was delivered
today. I'm afraid to check the tracking thing again.
It may say that it won't be here until Feburary 5th.
Or sometime in July.
I said it before and I will say it again: stupid Amazons.

So anyway, this is me, Dear Reader, with my chin up.
Things are not bad. And even if they aren't easy,
remember: This too shall pass.
I will try to stop being such a whiner and complainer.
I am blessed beyond measure.
What do I have to complain about?