Kvetch

Matt is traveling every single week in February, which happens to be a month that we have a ton going on. I realize he is working very hard to support this enormous family, however I begin to suspect the man of arranging work trips in order to get some R&R!. We talk late at night, after my long workday, plus marshaling and feeding our own kids, taking care of a church calling or two, and cleaning up the mess we call our kitchen, and I'm exhausted in the bed. He's watching a movie in a room that someone cleaned for him that very morning, no seminary wake up time on his horizon. I find I cannot be at all mature about this disparity.

I'm also getting a bit churched out, to be honest. I have responsibilities that are church related every single night this week, amounting to some twenty hours of being away from home. I figure I can skip the next month of Sunday church service with an even exchange of hours. Although I fear that may make me an idle and wicked girl, so I won't risk it.

Did I mention all the kids save one got the flu this past week? And has anyone forgotten I'm eight months pregnant?

I don't know if all that whining was cathartic, but I will cease and desist for today. I should mention that I'm VERY GRATEFUL that I did not get the flu myself--that may have just been the end of the world as we know it here in Poway.