Mama, thank you for teaching me the verse that says, "Be ye angry and sin not." I wish that I could remember the chapter and verse...

The people in the apartment below us cranked up their music...and their loudmouths at this late hour. Don't ask me how my babies are sleeping through this. I am trying to pray for grace and peace in my soul...but it's just so hard. I keep seeing the beautiful, BEAUTIFUL blue sign with the gorgeous outline of the ever-so-lovely state of South Carolina on it...I really miss home. It is so much easier to breath South Carolina air. However, Hubby's job is fantastic...and everytime I pray to go home, God seems to say that this just isn't quite the time for that...

I am becoming such an angry person. Okay, a little late for that...I am becoming so much angrier...That is a more correct statement. By the time I am a little old lady, I am going to be sitting on my porch throwing eggs at my neighbor's cars when they are going to work in the mornings...Then I will go back to bed and sleep until it's time to throw eggs at their cars when they return home from work.

Ahhhhh....sleep.....I don't think that I will ever catch up on sleep. I think about how little sleep I needed or wanted before mono and two babies...Now, I would absolutely be so happy to go to bed at 8pm every night.

I think that I have done the impossible...I have actually come to appreciate the Mom Jean. Yes, Hubby is thrilled. But really, no mommy should have the whole neighborhood knowing the answer to the whole "tramp stamp or no tramp stamp" question.

How do people eat stinky food? How silly do I feel that I actually called maintenance and argued with them to send someone out ASAP because of a weird smell in my apartment. It actually just turned out to be the people below me. I was so sure that the furnace was going to explode...or that aliens were sending us smell signals...Hey, it could so happen. Maybe it's really some secret message from the illegals below me...they are really spies, and that is why they are illegal...and that is why 14 people live in a two bedroom apartment...and that is why they drive that $50,000 car...Oh, forget it. They just eat food that smells like it belongs in a toliet - even before it's digested.

I love my Hubby. It's a little funny...I can have an absolutely awful day...one of those days where my nice clean home gets toys all over the living room floor...and I eat a huge piece of chocolate cake when I am on a diet...and I cut my hair myself while my little boy tries to plunder through my makeup...Then Hubby comes home. And - suddenly - I find myself chasing my son through the apartment with a duck towel on my head and a cheeseburger with hot ketchup and pickles and little onions in my stomach...And I can't remember why I thought I was having a bad day.

Hey, I think the cute little illegals below me actually quieted down. I think tomorrow's going to be a pretty good day...