This was from a while back and I never finished it. But not bad stuff.
Hi y'all! My lands it has been a long time. I missed y'all so I thought I would stop by and check in. How ya'll doing? Me about the same same I guess. It has been a long time and I can't remember.
I was just thinking that I would share with you a small peek into my crazy life, People always say they don't know how or why I do it. Raise 5 boys by myself, some of them with special needs. People either think I am a saint or crazy. Neither is true. I picked this life and I love it. Sometimes it is comical, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes so sweet, sometimes it makes me tired and kicks my butt. Just like your life. So here it goes.
I opened my eyes as he was climbing into my bed. I had no idea what time it was because my phone went dead from my 9 year old playing dragonville and my alarm clock was unplugged by someone and lay useless in the middle of the floor. Better that he get in bed with me than wander the house getting into trouble and waking everybody up. My 4 yr old, Dante, had FAS and one of the problems that comes with it are sleep issues. He slept peacfully with me for about 30 minutes and then we were joined by my 3 yr old , Evan. By this time baby ( and by baby I mean my 2 yr old foster son. He is a baby to me y'all.) He sleeps in a crib at the foot of my bed like he has since he was a new born. He has long since been ready to transition to a toddler bed and share a room with his (foster) brothers, But he is leaving us soon for his adoptive home so why rock the boat. It is Sunday morning in our house. That used to mean church for us. Rain or snow unless someone was sick we were there. These days not so much. I am not mad at church or God or anything. Maybe my not so secret sin is keeping me home or maybe I am just dragging my behind tired and I just don't want to go. Maybe both. I am determined to get back to regular church attendance, but not this Sunday. Three days until Ian comes to take the big boys to Cananda for the summer
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