Work has been a little crazy for the last few days and I have been working all day and all evening. It has been a bit of war zone in our house, with get whatever you can. Dinners have been whatever I can throw together as soon as possible. Weirdly enough, Honeybear has been eating better without any fussiness. I guess my quick meals must be good enough.
I had plans to start putting together some things for Honeybear’s birthday but it was not to be. I guess I will see how things go this week and I will fit it in where I can.
At least we have a photographer, and we should have some nice family photos out of the whole exercise.
With all the work going in our house, Honeybear is feeling a little neglected, so yesterday afternoon it was just the two of us, cuddling and enjoying being together.
I have two family members who have just had babies and I was again asked about when we are adding a second child. The crazy work I have been doing, just brought home again, how life as a working mother is not easy. Do I really want two kids? My work is usually fairly easy going, but we have times, like now, where I just need to put in the extra time. Do I really want to tear myself into more pieces? I also have to remember I have a child already who has to figure into all calculations we do. How does a second child affect his life? How will I care for him if I end up with another C-section? Will we still be able to afford all the things we do now? Will our plan for private school still be possible?
I just do not want to hear another word about a second child, mostly because hubby and I are still undecided.
That child being killed in Reigers Park has me in tears every time I hear about it in the news. That family must be so crushed. How does a family recover from something like this? Will that mother question whether she could have done something to save her child? How does a mother survive after watching your child be dragged to his death? I heard the mother on the radio today saying how she has let God take over because she cannot do it herself. To have such faith must be a great thing. I am not that kind of person to just let go and let things be. The one little prayer that always touches me and reminds me of myself is the serenity prayer. A few lines with such powerful words that speak to me.
Gosh I am feeling mushy now. Have a great day all.