My Cup Runneth Over...

I look back and think of my yearning, wanting, and impatience of getting a baby, foster parenting, and all the hoops we jumped through. How silly I feel. Our family is blessed beyond words. Our wait was not long, the disappointment of failed placements, the uncertainty, the anxiety of adding to our family, the 'you are insane' comments from family (select few)--that all seems like forever ago. But it isn't, we have only had these for 3 and 2 months. That isn't long, but the time is filled up. Filled up with so much life. There is no doubt that 2 babies is a lot of work. I am exhausted. It's true, my cup runneth over. We are certain we have listened to the call of God and opened our home and hearts to these children. But it isn't without anxiety, second guesses, and fear that we may not be able to adopt one or both of our babies. So while we are very happy, we are also very normal.

A glimpse into my crazy house: Husband woke up this morning with no clean underwear- totally my fault since I refuse to let anyone touch my Bosch washer and dryer.

Tweener son was moving at a snail's pace this morning and expecting me to 1.pack his lunch 2. retrieve his backpack (from who knows where)3. Bring his shoes from the garage to the front door 4. Put his lunch in his backpack 5. Find him socks. What??? I always do #1, the rest is his stuff. So I got the 'you never help me' this morning from him.

During this morning rush, I am feeding Little Guy breakfast, making lunches, making a to go breakfast for husband, and reminding our 9 year old to 'get ready-hurry' (he plays constantly). So monkey (9yr old) is jumping on furniture in between bites of cereal.

Then the teenager comes down--enough said.

Baby girl is being very good, she waits until everyone has settled down then she has her fuss time.

So I get a breather when everyone barely makes the bus (like always), and my homeschooler is working, and the babies are content with their bottles...a 20 minutes time frame in which I try to make myself presentable for my family and the outside world.

Today I am tackling our laundry, since everyone has clean clothes expect my poor husband. I seriously don't know how that happened. He was such a good sport, I offered him my panties--he declined. I feel so bad about it too!!! (him not having clean underwear).