Boots broke his tail last night (the one on the left). Robin and I are still confused about how exactly it all happened, but I have this guilt-complex that I was somehow involved in it. This morning he was super lovey-dovey to me. This both made me feel bad for him and made me feel like a low-life to have potentially hurt him.

I’m sick today. I think I’m coming down with what Robin had… has. She went to the doctor last Friday after I threatened to take her to the ER if she didn’t stop choking to breathe. She has a sinus infection that, if left to progress a few more days, would have turned into bronchitis. She’s now on antibiotics.

I’m not absolutely convinced that I have caught her sinus infection. And I’m not missing school, work or internship any time soon to go to the Doctor’s unless I absolutely have to.

In calling a lady from my house church to warn her about my sickness since I was holding her baby last night, she said “well, that’s good. Now you can get a break from all that’s going on.” To which I quickly responded, knowing well of my demands of my schedule, “No. Anything that I cancel I’ll just have to make back up on another day.”

I had a hard night last night. Between the mucus build-up, nausea, scratchy throat and heavy conscience, three and a half hours of sleep is all I could come by. Part of me doesn’t care if I get sick. Bring it on! Says my cockiness. But another part of me wonders if this will be the final straw to break this camel’s back.

I have been so overwhelmed lately.

So overwhelmed…

I miss Matt.

Getting past the fact that this ring looks very Lord of the Rings-ish, I have an announcement for all my blogging friends.

Yesterday was Mom and Dad’s 25th Anniversary.

Congratulations!!!

They are such an example of faithfulness and dedication in their love for each other.

By the grace of God.

Thanks be to God.

I am so blessed to soon follow in the same unwavering footsteps.

By the grace of God.

Thanks be to God.

I’m on page 155 out of 288 of the above book by the above author (that I met in person) and I must finish before my head can hit the pillow tonight. And then tomorrow I need to type my 5 page paper about this book to turn in tomorrow night.

Procrastinator. You may think. But the reality is that I am so overwhelmed with school, work, internship, Crosswalk, social life and attempting to meet basic needs that I have begun to shut myself off from the realm of caring. It’s the fight or flight method that is truly overcoming me. When this monster is too much to bear, flight is inevitable.

I find myself thinking things like “Why even try anymore? I won’t win.”
And “I don’t think I can last these next six weeks of the quarter.”

Uplifting post?
Absolutely not.
But true to me currently?

Sadly, yes.

I know I have to make it, I have made it thus far. But I am so burned out.

so burned out…

Exciting News…

Today I went over to the Stauffers to visit Ellen and Sarah. I wanted to visit Ellen in particular because it’s probably the last time I will get to see her while she still has Bekah inside of her. That’s right… Ellen’s getting incuded on Friday, April 27th and I’m going to be an (unofficial) aunt!

At the Stauffers, Ellen and I cut out directions for Matt and my wedding invitations on the living room floor as Sarah scrapbooked beside us. Then we decided to grab some lunch. We headed out to Subway where Bekah decided to kick me for the second time. Only this time I watched with my own two eyes as Ellen’s belly had this huge heal of a foot kick from the inside. I was amazed and overjoyed. Ellen explained to me that when she pokes at Bekah, she will often kick really hard for a few good kicks. Ellen thinks she’s annoyed. =)

Bekah’s revenge? She sat on Ellen’s ribs.

Hehe.

I love that little baby already and I can’t wait to meet her this week.

I’ve called off my practicum on Friday so I can go to the hospital at 4am when Ellen will be induced and wait it out.

I just can’t wait!
I’m so excited!!!!!!

Also, 126 days until Matt and I get married.
WOOT!!!

There’s nothing more pathetic than snuggling in on the couch on a Friday night to watch a movie all by yourself with a roll of toilet paper and a plate-full of cauliflower.

I miss Robin.

She needs to come home now.

I was reading a blog’s comments (yep, I had a bunch of extra time this morning since I bathed last night) and I found this comment. Let me give you some context. The blog consisted of documenting struggles in bedtime routines with children. After reading of how a mother tried to please her daughter in cycling through bedtime routines until the best bedtime routine was formed, this comment busted out of the crowd.

I can just picture a mother’s mentality (having experienced similar bedtime annoyances of children escaping the dreadful un-railed bed) of doing a bedtime routine for the sole purpose of getting a child to go to sleep. And then I read this post: