I have a 7 year old, who still wears size 6 diapers.
Some days....
I am grateful that we can still buy diapers off the shelf and aren't having to special order them.
Some days....
I want to scream "I am sick of changing a 7 year old's diaper."
Some days....
It is what mine and Dave's biggest arguments are about.
{oh...we are still totally in love, don't you worry, but we are normal...we do argue}
Some days....
I hate being in Holland....and,
Some days....
I enjoy our time in Holland.
Today....
The jury is still out.
My vote says survival is in. Love your candid nature.
ReplyDeleteMom xoxo
You write and I feel. Thank you for your honesty. You make me more honest with myself and you give me strength.
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April,
ReplyDeleteI love how honest you are in your posts. Holland stinks sometimes. I think each of us somehow or another misses out on our Italy. Thankfully, we have the gospel to help us through those tough times and to help us better enjoy Holland.
Amen April! Couldn't have said it better myself. ;)
ReplyDeleteI think I have a hung jury....
ReplyDeleteand I agree.... just add 3 years and NOT being able to find decent diapers :)
And to think just yesterday I was complaining that my almost two year doesn't like the idea of potty training and I'm tired of HIS diapers. Having blogfriends like you really helps keep things in perspective, and for that I am grateful. I hope the jury decides soon and sunshine prevails.
ReplyDeleteApril, I had never heard that poem about Holland, but it sure describes the emotions of a parent-of-a-disabled-child so well! Thanks for sharing, your candor, and your spunk. Love you!
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