I'm tired.

I know I've just been whining and complaining lately on my blog. But humor me again, because I'm about to do a bit more. Or don't humor and don't read. Either way. Actually, you shouldn't read because I don't think I'll come across very nicely.

I am tired. I am tired of cleaning. I am tired of thinking of all the things I still have to clean. I am tired of Isabel being sick (every other week since the beginning of November). She threw up on me all over yesterday. Then today she threw up while we were at the orthopedic surgeon's office. She had a high fever today too, and then she just wants to be held...so no cleaning was done today.

Oh and our toilet has been clogged since my nice sister and sister-in-law came to help me clean last week. So our bathroom has yet to be cleaned (since we moved in), it's really starting to bug me. As is my unmopped kitchen floor. And I really want the baby's room cleaned and stuff put away before my version on Thursday. I've just had no energy to do anything. Well, plus last night I was trying to catch up on bills and our budget, which still isn't done. And a budget is kind of a joke at this point anyway.

I was also trying to gather some ideas for New Beginnings this Sunday too. Yeah, apparently (I'm not sure since I don't really understand Spanish), the YW were assigned this day to have it, but we weren't told till this last Sunday. Ummm, yeah. I'm sure that will take up a good chunk of the rest of my week too.

Ana, by the way, was able to get by without surgery. The orthopedic doctor just gave her one of those black, velcro splints and said that she's young enough that her arm should straighten out over time with the splint.

However, I may break Ana's other arm. (This is what put me in such a dark mood tonight.) Yeah, the one piece of furniture that escaped unscathed from our recent moves was broken tonight by Ana. My new entertainment center. She told Leo...she was scared for her life. Leo waited till she was in bed to tell me. He's a smart man. How can we have a junky Walmart one for years that no kid breaks and less than a month after setting up our new one, it gets broken?!??!?! I know I'm emotionally unstable at times (and most of the time lately), but seriously I cried hysterically...I'm so tired of things being broken and smashed and scratched and gouged and otherwise destroyed. Literally we've lost so much stuff this move, that we already don't have money to replace. A couple nights ago I was upset because one of the pressed flower pictures I had made several years ago was broken and then the mat were wrecked so I couldn't even redo it. And then the glass on the other picture was broken as well. And it just goes on and on and on.

So sorry for my ranting, I just needed an outlet.

In happy news (or unhappy if you're my husband) I splurged and bought a new (well, new to me) maternity dress off of ebay for my little sister's wedding. It's red and it's silk, what's not to love??!?! And it was only $20 including shipping. Hopefully it will fit. Now I need to go finish paying bills, now that I've calmed down a bit.