OK, so I am not normally one to ask, "Why me?" when I am in the middle of a trial or whatever. We are on the earth to be tested and we are going to have trials. I know this and I try not to complain. No, that's not true. I complain, but I don't ask, "Why me?"
The last few days...weeks actually...I have been starting to wonder why. WHY? Why do I have 4 kids under 6 years old?
Well, I know why. I felt strongly about getting pregnant with each of my kids. I begged for Cora.
So WHY was I supposed to have 4 kids so quickly? Why were the first 3 boys? And why do I feel like we aren't done? I am grateful for what I have, I am, but I am NOT patient with my kids and I don't understand why this is my life.
Why do sweet boys turn into monsters some days? Today Ryan hit or kicked or scratched Cleod or Grant over and over without even being provoked. I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!
Cleod has to be entertained EVERY minute or he is bothering one of his brothers.
Grant has finally found out that he's an individual and apparently that means he doesn't have to do what his mom asks him to.
Cora's perfect, but she won't take a bottle, so I am a cow and my boys are often causing problems while I am taking care of her.
Tonight I put the kids to bed without Silas and I failed. Big time. I am just so tired of repeating myself and not being heard. Grr.
