[copied from the Caring Bridge site]
Tired again. Guess I should get used to it. I keep thinking it will be nice to get rid of this ball on the front of me and to get to the point where I can sleep normally, but then I guess we will have the issue of whether or not the baby wants to sleep. I did get a bit of a nap this afternoon. I vaguely remember Abigail and Josiah coming in to my room and taking Payden downstairs (his nap didn’t coinside with everyone else’s so he was just roaming around on the floor while I napped on the bed). When I did get up, I found out that almost all of them were up, the living room was a mess, there was some liquid (probably bottle) all over and around Payden-luckily he was confined to the bouncer chair thing we have-, and Grandma had just finished grouching at them for having ripped up one of her favorite magazines. Ooops Mommy. Oh well, I got some sleep.
If I don’t get enough sleep then depression sets in and it’s a bit harder to operate through out the day, but God is still helping. Family shows up, I get a phone call, the mail is a great pick me up here lately (I’m not getting any bills-rather I’m getting all kinds of cards, letters, and notes of encouragement that help to keep me going) and the kids love to help open everything. Their favorite thing is to rip it open and see if we got any “dollars” . . something they figured out this past year during birthdays. =) Cracks me up almost every time. Sooner or later they will figure out that most mail is people wanting to take your dollars not people giving you dollars. Oh, it’s great to be a kid and to see things so simply, with no worries or responsibilities.