A way with words

Hi Mom, I want to come home but Grammy said I can't. Do you want to talk to her about that??

Gotta love my little girl. she is trying so hard to be brave and stay at gram-gram's house. I miss her! And yes, I would go to MA to get her. Love you, Rachel!!

Blah

I am in a blah mood this morning. It is day 10ish of 90+ weather with little to no rain and day 7 of either no water or disgusting brown water. The clothes are piling up, the shower, toilets and sinks are filthy and you can't clean them as it is the water that is turning them brown............blah! Being a mom is hard, too. My kids are either screaming and fighting with each other or they are ganging up on me with all the things I should be doing/buying for them. Whine, whine......wine! Maybe a wine cooler or two would cheer me up on this disgustingly humid day. Unfortunately it is only 9:52AM. Ugh.
It is a beautiful day out with bright blue skies and I just want to sit and read a book next to the air conditioner. Nobody touching me. Nobody screaming in the background, just leave me alone for my pity party. Poor me. Poor, poor me.
I must reign myself in, though. Grudgingly. You see, this morning I walked out to the camper this morning to find some train books for Ben and I saw that the ambulance was at a neighbor's house. I am guessing it was for her elderly father. And now that I think about it, Jen's 18 year old cousin is fighting for her life with several forms of cancer at Boston Children's hospital. And my parents's friend is fighting a battle with esophogeal cancer- that awful cancer that already took my uncle.
I guess this blah day- this bright, beautiful albiet humid day- isn't so horrible after all. I'd much rather be home amidst my mess in a grouchy mood than spending the day in a hospital praying. Time to go hug my beastly children and count the rest of my blessings.

Help a homeless vet

A man was collecting donations outside of Irving gas station yesterday. Rachel was with me and saw me give him a dollar. "Isn't that nice" she said, "that that man is collecting money to help homeless veteranarians!" Love her!!

Blink of an eye

Well, my wonderful son turned 4 in June. He is such a cutie (when he is not terrorizing his sisters *wink*) and finally decided that he was done with pull-ups. (Yippee! Yahoo! *horn blowing*) So I asked him when he was going to poop in the potty, too. His reply "next week". Let's hope he means it! Meanwhile, Becca is training, too and doing very well. Bliss!!