Discouraged. :(

I may sound like a terrible person for saying this, but I somewhat look forward to the children's being gone for a couple of weeks.  They are going to be with Daddy and his girlfriend in Muncie for a little bit, starting on Sunday.  I adore my grandbabies, but there is just so much to do around here to get this place habitable since the remodel project is done that I scarcely do justice to dinner time, etc. 

Today, I spent most of the day at school in a curriculum meeting.  (I get paid for it.)  When I got home, I got sleepy, so laid down on the couch for a "short nap".  The nap turned into something a bit more major than short.  I woke up around 4:00 and saw that the sky was getting dark again, so I left to pick up our KFC dinner and the kids...just to beat the storm.  When I get the children every day, it's a crap shoot what kind of mood they'll be in.  Both seemed to be okay today.  Dinner went fine, and because it was rainy, we watched "Alvin and the Chipmunks" which we all enjoyed.  Then Ryan went nuts.  (He does this almost every night.)  He gets wild and out of control, throwing huge tantrums, which eventually sends Megan over the edge...and we end up with nightly Bedtime Wars.  Neither of us knows what the answer is.   Meg is tired, of course...and by that time, so am I.  What to do??  Both of the children resist going to day care in the mornings, but I have resisted the temptation to keep them here for the summer because there is too much to do.  Catch 22.  Can't get anything done with them here; want them here because it's summer!

I know it sounds like I'm whining, but there is so much to do that it can easily be overwhelming.  I can't do it all alone.  My ham friends are godsends to me in helping out with some things, but even they have their own crosses to bear.  It seems that they give and I take.  Rarely do they ask me to help them, so I feel that things are out of balance...and I'm not comfortable with that.   The best I can hope for is to get everyone into a bedroom of his/her own before school starts. 

Oh...the 7th grade English teacher in my school, in the classroom right next to mine, has liver cancer that has spread.  He's a young guy with 3-year-old twins and a brand new baby.  (His wife teaches French in our district.)  He's been through the mill but has recently been told that treatment efforts have largely failed and he is "terminal".  It breaks my heart.  It's so unfair.  He has never smoked or done anything that would be a no-no for health.  His doctors are putting him through another round of chemotherapy starting soon, to try to give him a few more months.  Please pray for Rich and Julie Dimmack.  They are both really upbeat, refreshing people. 

And while you're at it, please pray for me, too!