Dinosaurs are all over the table. Play-doh is all over the floor, the table, and the bottom of my shoes. I'm listening to Mozart in the morning (where I found rice in the CD player) and am hearing the children screaming in their room as they jump off their beds. Babies are strewn about. Both the doll and real kind. Okay, their safe in bouncy seats and what-not but I just feel scattered and low.
I feel like such a BAD mom. Sigh.
Everyone is alive and fed and dressed- hey pajamas are clothes! Laundry is done. dishes are half done. And the kids have played with play-doh and colored today.
I've managed to eat half my breakfast a bowl of fruit, mixture of strawberries, blueberries and blackberries. I'm waiting for Michael's nurse to come and trying to figure out how I can get the kids energy out when it's raining outside... go to Chick-fil-A for the indoor play ground or the mall play area?
Ian's now eating baby food like a horse and it's so much to try to keep up with nursing and feeding him solid foods... and Samuel still doesn't feed himself :(
As I run up and down the stairs, for this and that, I've been reciting to myself, "If God is for me, than who can be against me?" And "What can separate me from the love of God?" I even recite in my head the little piece of Ephesians I've memorized.
Libby just told me she's going to put me out the window. Isn't that pleasant?
Well, I think these pictures say it all.