I think somebody should give me a $1,000,000,000,000.  I'm just sayin.  I could and would do big things for my family.  Again.  I'm just sayin.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I know nobody is going to give me money, but a girl can wish.

I have been watching the news on Haiti for the past week and am (as all of you are I am sure) devastated for the Haitian people.  The urge to burst into tears is overwhelming and I so badly want to jump on a plane to go help in anyway I can.  But, as you all know I have a beautiful 8 month old baby, what would I do with him?  So going to Haiti is not an option.  But there must be something I can do that would actually make a difference.  I spoke with Justin today about the possibility of adopting a Haitian child.  We certainly don't have much based on American terms, but we have soooo much more than the Haitians right now.  We have a home to offer, we could feed, cloth and love a child who at the moment doesn't have any of those things.  I look at my son and it breaks my heart to think of him in the situation of the Haitian children.  I know I would want somebody to take him in and love him and give he everything they could if I were not here anymore (God forbid).  So, I am praying about it.  It is probably not in the cards for us to adopt at this point.  But we are not going to rule it out without praying about it first.  I will be trusting God to give us this answer.

Mimi . . . stop messing with me.

Justin and I have been kicking around the idea of me going back to work. In theory I'm sorta okay with that. In theory. I've been applying for jobs for a long time now with no phone calls. Until Tuesday. I hung up the phone after scheduling an interview for the following day and didn't really think much about it for the rest of the day. When I woke up the morning of the interview I completely fell apart. I new it would not be easy leaving Isaac behind (although he would be with Grammy) but I never expected to feel as if I had been hit by a train; and this was just an interview. I was sick all day at just the thought of being away from him and missing him and all his 1st's. Poor Justin wasn't sure what to do with me. I did however get a back massage out of my melt down, so I guess there is something to be said for feeling sorry for yourself!
I have not yet heard back from the employer, and am starting to think that I won't. On the one hand I want to know what the heck is wrong with them; why don't they want me? On the other hand I am quite happy about it. Maybe I should seek therapy for my split personality. But I'm afraid I would miss Mimi if she were gone. I'm just sayin.