I haven’t written since Easter… I miss blogging, writing and yet maybe it is just the lack of time or maybe I am just consumed with all that is my life right now… I don’t know but I miss it. \u00a0I have written many post since then but never published it. \u00a0I guess there are so many things I wanted to post and so I kept waiting till I could do so.<\/p>\n
Oh well, that may never happen, the getting caught up. If it does here are some things I want to write about…<\/p>\n
– My trip with my brother, Rajiv to England and India… \u00a0Such an incredible time!<\/p>\n
-Working<\/p>\n
-Our new Pup<\/p>\n
-My boys and where we are today.<\/p>\n
-My first prom<\/p>\n
Oh well, one of the things that happened while in India was revisiting the idea of adopting \u00a0while there. \u00a0My brother said he’d help us to see this through as it is over $20,000 to do this. \u00a0I find myself excited as we visited a home of children in India. \u00a0I was amazed at the happiness these children have with each other and the simpleness of life.<\/p>\n
Upon my return, I began to look into what we would need to do. \u00a0Of course the first emotion past excitement was overwhelmingness. Sigh. \u00a0I have such a need for immediate gratifation. \u00a0A huge fault of mine. \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n
I was always contempating if this is really what I\/we want now at this point in life? \u00a0We have six boys, two sitting on the edge of taking the leap of leaving home in the next two years. \u00a0My youngest is 8 years old. \u00a0Yes, he acts much younger and is the true youngest of the family, yet he is still 8 years old and out of that stages of total dependence.<\/p>\n
I also have earlier this year started working. \u00a0I love my job. \u00a0I have found such fulfillment in doing what I do. \u00a0I am so eager to see it grow and become a success.<\/p>\n
I am 45 years old this September. \u00a0I’m closer to 50 than I am not… at least in my heart. \u00a0Do I want a little girl? \u00a0YES!!! \u00a0Yet as I searched deep into my heart, there was such a conflict.<\/p>\n
Then Monday night I kept my brother’s 2 children for the night. \u00a0A boy age 4 and his sister age 3… Yes, it was fun. \u00a0We all survived the night of being away from their mama and dada and then morning came.<\/p>\n
I had 8 children to get out the door by 8 am. Wow!<\/p>\n
I forgot…<\/p>\n
Diapers, wipes, change of clothes, car seats, strollers, bottles, buckling carseats … WOW!<\/p>\n
I had forgotten.<\/p>\n
We did it. \u00a0We left by 8 am ish. \u00a0The babes didn’t get bathed. \u00a0Clean diapers, still in PJs, they were buckled up and we were off.<\/p>\n
We had a great time.<\/p>\n
There is nothing like the scent of a little one.<\/p>\n
As I drove to work, I called Sanj on my hands-free.<\/p>\n
” I think we are done. \u00a0Done with babies. \u00a0Done with adoption. Done with it all.”<\/p>\n
He was quiet. \u00a0Then I heard him say, “I think so too.”<\/p>\n
LOL<\/p>\n
OMG<\/p>\n
WOW<\/p>\n
Sigh.<\/p>\n
I’m a mom of six crazy, wonderful boys whom I adore and get irritated on an hourly bases. \u00a0I have hockey sticks, socks, messes all over. \u00a0I have stinky armpits after games around me. \u00a0I have girls calling over. I overhear the craziest of conversations and find myself giggling at the chatter. \u00a0I have protective men in the making over me and that love and adore me, most of the time.<\/p>\n
I am done. We are done. \u00a0We are a family of 8. Blessed. Beyond.<\/p>\n
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