Hope you all had a great Christmas. I know we did. Too great. The amount of gifts under the tree this year made me sick to my stomach- a total obscenity. And I take all the blame. The overspending... the gift gluttony... my fault. All of it. Darrell would be happy to give everyone a 5 spot and a nice, shiny apple and be done with it. I, on the other hand, get a little carried away. I try to buy each kid as many items on their lists as we can, then... I always want to buy "one more thing." I don't know why I do that because I can't stand overindulged, spoiled children (meaning those belonging to other people, of course- not my own. I love my overindulged, spoiled children, for the most part). I also become overwhelmed and forget what I've already bought (my closet gets so stuffed, you can't see what's in there), so one kid (or two... or three...) winds up with more than the others. Instead of returning a few gifts to even things out, I go out and buy more for everyone else. Some part of my brain forgets that I'm not a Trump or a Hilton. Next year, we are scaling back. I mean it. No, really. I do.
Onto a different subject... I think I'm done, guys. Blogging, I mean. I've run out of things to say. My daily life is... what's the word? Busy? Boring? Hectic? Mundane? SoincrediblyuninterestingthatnobodywouldwanttoreadaboutitwhilealsobeingsounbelievablybusythatIdon'thavetimetowriteaboutit? Yes, that's it.
The funny thing is that I never intended for this to be anything other than a way to keep family updated on our adoption, our kids, and a place to post pictures. Now that my blog has actually become that, I don't wanna do it anymore.
For awhile, I thought I was just having a little block. Then, I thought it was because I got sick for so long and wasn't getting out of the house enough to have anything to say. But... no.
I just don't have anything left to tell you that I think you'd want to hear. My stories have been told, my insights revealed (um... insights? Where were the insights?), and my jokes are beyond stale.
So... I think I'm done. To the two of you still visiting: Thank you for sticking with me and I'll miss your comments. I've made a few "friends" through this blog who I truly wish I could know in real life. You know, they have that new email thing now, I hear- so hopefully we can still touch base from time to time.
I thought I'd leave you with a few of my favorite posts. These were fun to write and also fun to go back and re-read. Here are my top five favorites. First, the funny (at least in my own estimation):
5. Has the Whole World Gone Nuts...? (During my super fun time belonging to the VN Yahoo Group craziness)
3. Today on "Survivormom" (During our famous ice storm/ power outage adventures)
And this one has to be the Number One. It's what this blog was created for:
I hope you had a few favorites, too.
And also... A few last pictures of Sam. He was the reason for this blog in the first place, so it seems fitting to end it with his beautiful, funny face. Sammy, I love and adore you (your whole family loves and adores you) more than words could ever say. No amount of blogging could cover it. You have blessed our lives and enriched our family beyond measure. You were most definitely, without a doubt, worth the wait.
From yesterday (Our first Christmas morning with The Samster):
To all of my children,
I hope you know that no matter how many sarcastic comments I've made about "putting up" with all of you, or how "terrible" you are... or the number of jokes we constantly hear from others for having "this many" kids, I wouldn't trade my big family for anything. Each one of you is a miracle to me. I honestly never thought I'd be so blessed. Having you has given my life meaning, purpose, and value. You are my life. I love you, I love you, I love you. I hope this blog will be a place you can visit later on down the road to see what your nutty old mom thought about things, but mostly I hope that as you read it, you will take with you the knowledge that you enriched my life in countless ways. When you look past the jokes, the complaints, and the sarcasm, I hope you'll see in these posts that: You are loved. You are wanted. And you were (are, always will be) my everything.