Running low...

So we had a big birthday bash last Saturday and it was great! I'm not one for large birthday parties but Zac wanted to do this one big and I had a really wonderful time. He wrote me a beautiful letter and read it out loud...I'll post it on here when I have a spare 10 minutes to type it out or when he gets back into town and I can steal it off of his computer.

On that note, he's been out of town all week for week and boy am I tired! The boys miss him bunches too. At least that is what I have decided the reason is for their AWFUL behavior these past two days. They were great for the first 2 1/2 days he was gone, but it's been all downhill since then. I know this is the age-old question of most every mom, but why does it feel like I am disciplining, instructing, correcting, redirecting, 98% of the day, for days on end, and yet frequently they appear no more domesticated or controlled than a wild boar. Not that I have encountered too many wild boars in my days, but I think my children could certainly be a good match for one, should they ever happen to meet.

Anway, I intended to post a lovely description of the party, complete with pictures and fun quips, but being the documenting professional that I am (said with much sarcasm), I forgot to bring my camera, and our video camera is broken. I recruited my bro and sis-in-law to help out in that department (because they are always prepared with documentation devices--no matter the occasion) but I haven't gotten the pics back from them yet.

Then I also intended to write a very touching post about what a wonderful husband and father my children and I have, but didn't make it to that one either. Some day soon I'll just surprise you all when you least expect it.

We did have a nice Father's day celebration with my whole family the day after my party, and I think I ended up with a little party "hangover" on Monday. No, not alcohol related. I don't really drink, hardly ever actually. I have some strange reactions to it like I feel like my throat is getting tight and other odd stuff and so I just avoid it. And I can hear Zac laughing as he reads this because he always makes fun of me for that. If he only knew how I felt after one sip of a margarita he might not be laughing. Whatever. But I digress. I think I just had maybe too much sugar, celebration, and excitement. That coupled with my anxiety or dread of being alone with my 3 little munchkins (or boars) for the upcoming week left me "blogless".

Joel did finally start his therpay this past week and things are going really well. And just in case I was concerned they wouldn't have enough to work on, he's had a really tough past few weeks and so this couldn't come at a better time. Please pray for him during this process when you think about us! It will be a long 1 1/2 years of some pretty intensive therapy and we pray in anticipation of how God can continue to heal him, and also for him to give Joel perseverance and determination as it is quite tiring for him. Speaking of that, I do have a cute picture I took of him sleeping on the couch, wearing a knight costume, taken shortly after one of his therapists left. Seeing as how he has probably fallen alseep on the couch approximately zero times in his life, I'd say he was pretty pooped.

So, on that very random note, hope you all have a great weekend!