How Do You Love You?

This is an excerpt from what I wrote in my journal earlier.  I thought I'd open up the topic to my friends to get some other perspectives.

I'm not doing enough for myself.

I'm burning out.  Everyone says that the Scripture where Jesus says to love your neighbor as yourself means that you have to love yourself too.  But what if you don't?  What if thinking you're supposed to love yourself just seems selfish?

I should be paying attention to myself more- my health, my weight, my studies, my appearance... everything.  I'm sure, honestly, that it would translate into a happier house for my men.  I mean, I'm sure if I felt better about me, I'd have more energy and willpower to keep a cleaner, more comfortable house.  I'd cook more.  We'd be better financially.  There are so many things I'd like to change, but it all starts with feeling better about me.  So where do I start?

Simon's Ears

Simon has to be at the hospital in less than an hour for ear tube surgery.  Our ENT said that his ears, both of them, are 100% full of fluid.  He says that my sweet boy has to be in some real pain.  That combined with the fact that he has had three ear infections in less than two months has led us to today.  It's no big deal.  Parker had three sets plus tonsils and adenoids removed, his thyroglossal duct cyst and hyoid bone removed, and Jackson had his tonsils and adenoids removed, so as far as surgeries go, this one isn't stressing Momma out in the least.  Maybe I should be more concerned than I am.  (Insert Momma Guilt here.)  I guess by the time you get to the sixth surgery on the third kid you get some perspective about when to worry and when not to worry.  He'll feel better after this one, so I'm kind of looking forward to it actually!  Plus, if he has less infection, he'll have less fever, which leads to less possibility of seizures.  I'm ALL for that!

Gotta get ready now and then get little big man up.  New and improved eardrums coming up!  :-D

The Straw that Broke the Momma's Back

(This picture is of an 8-month-old Simon's pitiful face.  I thought it appropriate.)

Too much has been happening to even blog about it all.  I'm running around like a crazy person.  I have to remind myself to breathe at times.

Brief Synopsis...
Too little sleep.  Dropped two classes but still full time.  Sick Jackson.  Sick Parker.  Really sick Simon.  Febrile seizure.  Sick Simon (again).  Fleas in my house refusing to die!  Wade in revival.  School.  Church.  Grandmother passed away; played piano and sang at the funeral.  Trips to Tennessee and back.  Math test.  Papers to write.  Multiple doctor appointments for all three kids.  Back pain.  Headaches.  Sinus crap.  Parker's leg cramps.  Playing piano for another revival.  Simon getting ear tubes.  Exams coming up.  Cleaning house.  Never ending laundry.  Too fat for clothes in my closet so trying to lose weight.

So what was the straw that broke the momma's back you ask?  Tripping and falling in my hallway.  I fell and cried.  And I cried.  And I cried.  I just sat there in my hall and cried until I couldn't cry any more.  Wade thought I was really hurt or something and kept trying to help me up.  Finally I managed to croak, "I don't wanna get up," and then he understood and let me cry without trying to fix it.  I love him.  :)