Tired

I am worn out

This has been a long, busy, not so fun week. Erik has a cold which he graciously shared with me. Two of our three toilets broke -- one was leaking into the garage. Grout around a the shower tile came loose so now Victor has to get ready in Erik's bathroom. Erik has woken up 4 mornings this week before Victor left for work (6 am). Erik has whined. A lot! He does that when he doesn't feel well. Lainey is growing. She has outgrown her dose of Zantac. She has outgrown her new dose of Zantac. What does that mean? I have a puking, fussy baby who isn't sleeping as well as normal in addition to a whiny toddler in addition to a cold in addition to broken toilets and showers.

I am waiting

Last weekend, we were supposed to go on our first date in four months but our sitter canceled on us when I told her Erik had a cold. I really needed to go on a date. This week I e-mailed many strangers from the internet to see if they want to watch my kids. I met a woman who seems great -- someone my age, someone who wants to babysit (for $15 an hour). I am waiting to hear back from her about sitting this weekend. I am waiting for the plumber to fix our toilets. I am waiting for our landlord to decide what he wants to do about the shower.

I am blessed

Despite all my complaints, I know I have a great life. I am thankful that my complaints are so minor compared to what other people are dealing with. I am not looking for sympathy I just had nothing else to blog about because these are the thoughts that have been consuming me this week.

I am hopeful

For working toilets and showers.
That Erik might actually stay sleeping while the plumber installs our toilets.
For a sleeping baby.
For a date. Soon. With my husband.