Blog your heart

Stephanie, from Just me, My Soldier and our 4 little chicks, posted a challenge today to blog your heart. She mentioned a post by Ali Edwards that I happened to read this morning. So, here is my attempt at blogging from my heart.

Life has been a struggle lately. I find that with Husband's new shift (that he started in July) things still haven't settled into the routine that they were before the change, and it's frustrating. He had Sunday's off and now he doesn't. I think this has been one of the most difficult parts of the change.

The boys are growing and changing daily. The twins still don't say much, but they like to surprise me with a new word about once a week and they jabber a lot, especially when it's time to lay down for nap/bed.

H is stubborn (only to be surpassed by J, not sure what I'm going to do with that one in the future). I love him. He is very obviously his father's child (and I love that too). He's all boy. We butt heads a lot. I've been doing better about working on that, but the lack of sleep due to sick babies over the weekend brought me back to our starting point. I just have to remember, tell then make. No yelling, no threats, no questions - tell, then make!

I've been terrible about journaling, blogging, being creative for the last month. I want to. I think about it. Nothing happens. Part of that is me being tired (what will I do if we have more kids?) and part of that is a lack of time. One thing Husband and I need to work on is giving me time away from the kids (or the kids not in my space when I am in the dining room being crafty). I need a break and I don't feel like I'm getting any.

I started babysitting S again (she's such a cutie). I think there was a little adjustment on both our parts. It's hard for her to be the only one at home and then come here with the three boys. Thankfully she's an easy baby and she's doing great. They all love to be together and I love to watch them interact.

Well, I think that's it. I could babble-type forever. Life right now is hectic and tiring. My house is a disaster (except for the boys' room) and I get dinner "made" most nights. I'm glad I'm not working outside of the home right now. I can only imagine how much more tired/frustrated/etc. I would be.