I'd like to say....

I'd like to say that my mountain of junk is gone.

I'd like to say that we successfully moved half way across the country and are living quite happily.

I'd like to say that my pregnancy is going wonderfully and I have increased energy and vigor.

I'd like to say that our house sold in record time and there were no complications with the sale.

I'd like to say that I get to spend more time with my husband now that he is not on call as much with his new job.

I'd like to say a lot of things. All of these statements would make me a liar though. I am pooped. My belly is growing more each day and it is wearing me out toting around a 35 pound 15month old baby in addition to the changes my body is under going. My junk, although less of it, is still looming in the background of my home and shed and garage. My husband is 1200 miles away, and really is enjoying his new job and is enjoying less time on call. He comes home for a 4 day weekend every 3 weeks, give or take. I'm tired. About a month ago, I was able to send away three pick up loads of furniture to a yard sale a friend was having. It was a relief to have it gone, but all I got out of it was $70. I think I donated a lot of stuff to one of her friends setting up an apartment. Neat.

Our house is not sold. It has been on the market for two and half months and we have not had a single showing. The market is slow here. Another couple we know had their house on the market for a week. ONE WEEK. Miracles can happen, I believe that. My faith has never wavered so much as it has this last month. I'm tired.

Summer is here, and thank goodness it isn't too hot. I think I'd go insane. Everyone keeps asking me if I need help, but I don't even know how anyone can help me. Going through every closet and drawer in your home is not so much a physical task that someone can help you with. It is a mental task that is very tiring. And one that can't be done with little hands trying to help you and other kids thinking that you cannot part with a single thing because it is fun to play with. So the only help I can really use is if someone takes the kids for the day. That is the solution in my mind, but really, I know that I cannot physically and mentally do that. Going through drawers boxes and closets day after day after day would take it's toll on me and make me a very grumpy mom. I only have a dad every three weeks to help ease the emotional toll of needy young children.

My belly is growing. A move is nowhere in sight. The clutter is still here. Pray for me.