I love to read the blog, Words on Wheels. Debbie is not only an inspiration, she is an awesome writer with an awesome sense of humor. Her term, “I’ve lost my mojo” is just so appropriate for the way I’ve been feeling this week that I had to borrow it from her. My mojo got up and left the building, and I don’t know if it is coming back.
It all started with this little bundle. Our sixth grandchild was born on August 29th. Bradleigh Carter is our son’s and daughter-in-law’s fourth child. Our daughter and son-in-law have given us a granddaughter, Madison, and a grandson, Gavin.
Bradleigh’s oldest sister is Carly.
Her next older sister is Brayden.
And her older (but not very much older) brother is Cooper.
The three siblings stayed with us while their mother had the baby. You’ll have to understand that bloggers who are still caring for children at home are probably a LOT younger than me. Blogging while caring for these three seemed an impossibility. Heck, even when I had my own children, I only had two, so for me, three is a handful, and at my age three is three hands full)! My mind, my body, and my heart have been wrapped up in grandchildren this week. I’m accustomed to my heart being wrapped up in all six grandchildren, but my body is not accustomed to caring for three of them full time (with the exception of last year, when Cooper was born prematurely, and many of you prayed for him). We frequently kept his two older sisters while Cooper was hospitalized) .
What a joyful and exhausting few days we’ve had! We are feeling very blessed (and a little exhausted). I hope my energy and my mojo will return very soon. I don’t often bring my personal life to my blog, and I don’t plan to start now. But, without any mojo, it was all I had right now. Thank you for reading this personal post, and thank you, Debbie, for giving me the perfect phrase to describe my current condition! laurie