Err 405: Pregnancy brain

Opps!  I wrote a post for last Sunday and then I totally forgot to post it.  I'll post it now for Paul.  He, after all, is in it.

So far this semester has been. . . crazy.  Aside from time I've spent in class, at work, and driving between the two, I've had about five minutes to breath and sit.  Friday amidst my travels my car died in the middle of the road and had to be towed.  Then I lost my purse on campus.  While wondering what I was suppose to be learning from the latest set of trails, I came to the conclusion that it was patience.  I've had a variety of trials in my short lifetime that have tried to instill patience into my little soul, but I've been very resistant.  So, I'm accepting this lesson and hoping the catastrophes will end for a season, because I'm worn out.

But I have a couple things that keep me going.

First, there's this sexy beast:  (You may want to send little kids out of the room because of the sheer hotness of this picture.)

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Yup, that's Paul in an apron doing dishes.  He's always been good about helping when I ask, but I took over most of the chores this last summer while he studied through fifteen credit hours of school.  I thought when school started for me I'd be able to keep all of my responsibilities easily.  Ha ha!  No, two days into the semester I realized I was in over my head.

Paul and I talked about it and agreed that he could adopt some of his old chores back and then a couple more on the side.  It's been wonderfully helpful!  I don't know what I'd do with out that man!

And I'm trying to be strong for this little girl as well:

She deserves to come to a happy place and to a sane mother.

Thankfully, sanity is relative.

Speaking of relatives, these two have helped keep me sane this week.  My dad has been working on my car, and my mom has been working on my self-esteem.  Both are making fantastic progress.

Thank you PARENTAL UNITS!