So I think I need postpartum therapy. Or maybe some other treatment. Life is good here. The kids are doing well, and I am exhausted. We have met some really great people here. Last weekend was regional conference. They were looking for a choir pianist and James was recruited. After one practice someone volunteered to come watch all of our kids so that I could go sing with them. It was a fun experience as I haven't sung in a choir for over three years.... our group in china just wasn't big enough. It is a stretch for me to sing soprano right now so it was good for me to have to remeber all of my exercises and good posture to hit some of those notes.
Also this weekend we celebrated 10 years of marriage. Some times it feels impossible that it has been this long- on the other hand, 4 kids are pretty good evidence. New country, new baby, new body (I think I'll try and get the old one back), new friends, new food, new budget, new language.... not many things in my life are constant right now. Some people might say this is a good thing... usually it is. I just need extra motivation to look at it that way sometimes.
Today was one of those days. Marlo woke up in a funk. She couldn't find her school sweater... we still don't know where it is. I was supposed to go out to lunch and so I rescheduled the handyman coming to get my dishwasher useable, when the time for lunch got rescheduled too close to when the handyman was coming. And since I was going to lunch, I got in the shower, got dressed (I try and do that at least every other day), then got the baby clean and in clean clothes, sat down to feed him when he spewed milk all over himself and me.... so much so that I had to change everything I was wearing... and his clothes too. Thankfully it was not all over the furniture as well. I started to cry and then just gave up. I decided to get the vacuuming done that didn't get finished on Sat, put the baby down for his second nap, and sat down to the computer to vent. I should be in ironing the clothes, or folding a load, or washing dishes or something productive. Poor Teac has had the TV for a companion all day. I also figured out today that our shower tile does not drain well so water collects and sits in certain spots creating slime.... I am going to have to clean it more often, or just wipe it down after I shower because it turns the white marble yelllow.
I think I have a talent for avoiding things... today I could have just gone back to bed. I tried but the baby wasn't tired anymore and kept making cute sounds as he lay next to me on the bed. Tomorrow is playgroup so that will get me out of the house for sure.