Seriously. I don't know what I would do without her. She's the only person outside of DH (and I guess my kids) who I talk to every day. This morning has not been good. The boys spent the night at Grandma's house and they came back so cranky. I'm a little cranky too. I've been so busy working on school and church stuff (and admittedly, scrapbook stuff) that I haven't clean that much this week. The amount of laundry in my bedroom (it's all clean) is staggering. It's such a big job that I don't think I can handle doing it myself. David's said he'll help me, but he's busy right now looking at properties and trying to generate an income so that we don't starve after he quits his job (so I know we won't starve, but we do need to get this going). His last day is the 30th. Incidently, we just bought our first house. Which we are not going to live in. Actually, no one is going to live in it, because we are going to tear it down and either sell it as a lot or build a nice house on it. Either way, we hope to make gobs of moola.
Back to my sister. We were talking on AIM and she generously offered to come help me clean. I turned her down, because, really, that's no fun for her. She insisted though, and she's coming over to help as soon as Maddy wakes up. I feel like I need that angel music. The clouds have parted. There is hope. And, she's bringing peanut butter cookies.
On another note, Griffin spent the night in his own room last night for the first time. I cried when we went to bed. He did well, though, and I think I actually slept much better without waking up for his every sleep grunt. However, he still didn't sleep the greatest, which means I didn't sleep the greatest. David was nice and got up with him once. After three nights of very questionable sleep quality, I'm running on empty. I feel exactly the same way I did when I would get up for early morning seminary. My head is all fuzzy and my eyes are tired.