Waterlillyes

A slightly crazy 25 year old with a great husband and two wonderful kids. The only reason one would want to read my inner thoughts is complete boredom or unconditional love.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Mondays are not fundays

I feel kind of blah right now. I'm ready to go home. Actually, I just wish it were the weekend already. I know, I know, the weekend just ended yesterday, but I've come to live for weekends, which I've heard is not a good sign. But what does a person do? I don't know if I place obstacles in my own way or if I just have bad luck. Probably a little bit of both. I just feel stuck at where I'm at, I feel unhappy in a situation I don't know how to get out of. I know this is all vague, but I'm not comfortable putting specifics, lest some eyes read this that shouldn't. Vague again. Sorry! Oh and I have pinkeye. Yuck. It does, at least, look better than it did yesterday. I was a scary sight yesterday! haha I'm having a decent hairday, on an up note. It only frizzed in a couple of places today. Geez, this is the worst blog I've ever written!
The bottom line is that I'm feeling depressed today, and I need to just pray about it because I've prayed about a lot of things lately and alot of those prayers have been answered in the way I'd hoped. I just wish I KNEW where my life needed to go from here. I'm a wife and a mother and I love being both of those things. Is there anything else I need to be doing with my life, b/c honestly when I'm not with my family I feel like I'm wasting it away. It just goes by SO fast and here I sit, day after day, away from my kids, away from everything important to me. Now I'm being specific lol. Sorry to drudge on about this. I'm just in a confused state and I don't like it. :P
On a plus note, Cole is doing fine and I can't wait to meet him. I love him already, just from seeing that little picture of him with his arms and legs curled up, his face is mad, and he's only wearing a diaper. I love that, its the picture of innocence isn't it? You can't get anymore innocent than a newborn baby. All they want is love and attention (and food). I really want another baby at some point, I really don't think I'm done with the childbearing years. Its scary! Could I handle three children? I'm not sure. I WOULD handle 3 children if I was blessed with them. Ahhh, I'm going to end this now, because the rambling just will not cease if I don't.

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