What gives, right…apparently nothing around here. Robby and I are at peak stress because we somehow managed to put way too much on our plates at once. We are in the process of buying a house (quite an ordeal with a lot of time spent on the phone, and if you have little ones you know that is never good!), and I am 81/2 months pregnant with our third which includes being hormonal (girl), tired and uncomfortable. I became a Mary Kay beauty consultant and I really need to be holding more parties, but at the end of the day that is the last thing on my mind. The boys have learned to open and climb on the dishwasher, yesterday they pulled the dresser down on themselves (the bed caught most of the damage) while I was using the restroom for literally maybe a minute (I have learned to go fast in order to avoid catastrophe), and they know how to get child proof locks off of doors. Not to mention they know that some big changes are coming because they are fighting with each other constantly. I feel like I wake up to a battlefield everyday, oh wait, I think I do. James learned to crawl out of his crib so we decided to put him in a big boy bed which he does not stay in for naps. Hopefully this will be fixed when we move and they go to separate rooms. James has also learned to take off his diaper which triggered Joseph into doing it again. I know I need to try to potty train Joseph, but I really do not have the energy and I do not feel like it would be productive for either one of us nor our relationship. This is the grind, we are in the middle of one of the hardest times of our life, raising children, and there are days that I love to be around my children and there are days I think this will never be the time in my life I look back on and say “oh I wish I could go back there again”. Most days I am optimistic and I know this is for a short while then they grow up, but today, today I am just experiencing pure exhaustion.