I have to be honest. Lately I am worried about how I am going to manage with three kids. Like yesterday when I was at the Library with Jack and Anderson, and Anderson took off screaming in one direction, and Jack off to find a book in the other. Or at preschool when I pick up both the boys and can barely carry out all their stuff and carry Anderson and hold Jack's hand. Or at the grocery store, when I come out half crazed and with two car toys, some candy, and forgot the one thing I went to the store for - milk. Or when it is 5pm, both the boys have not napped and I have had them single handedly since 7am and I feel like I may cry. Or when I look in the mirror at the end of a day like that and look so bad I should cry. (lol)
I don't even feel like I can complain about how hard it can be to care for two active boys with a husband who works alot to my friends. I feel like they will just be thinking "and she is adopting another?" Don't get me wrong, I am completely in love with my boys, and some days are like Heaven, but some days by the end of the day I am JUST SPENT. And I worry, how will I mangage when I add one more to the mix? How will Anderson feel to not be the baby anymore?
So that is how it really is for me on this Thursday.
Oddly enough, with all this worrying about adding another baby, I so desperately want my paperwork to go to Korea, I could cry. Please hurry i-600A approval. I just want to see her face. You know?