waaaaaah.

Im feeling terribly sorry for myself. All my body wants me to do is lay in bed, and sleep. All my kids want me to do? get up! play! dance! run! sing! and jump up and down! I wish I could explain to these sweet little terrorists that no, in fact I cannot do these things because I do not have the energy of an energizer bunny. I am tired, I am sick, I am done. Like dinner, or lack there of. They also don't understand why I am stern, and unappreciative of the "lake" they made with the knleenex all over my living room. There are so many trials and errors with parenting, and being sick definitely makes them obvious! This is also why our culture is so EFFED!! We are supposed to live in small exclusive villages, where everyone helps out and lends a hand. In a perfect world my mother, and father, and sister and brother would all live within 5 minutes walking distance so that when I reach this point of no return there is a hand to take the girls so I can recoup. Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of help - much more than many other young mothers I know. I am also extremely grateful for such kind and helpful people in our life! *My* issue always ends up being that I struggle to ask for help, in every aspect. I think I need to get over that...