Typhoon Mufasa

Oh hey, I'm here..you know...just chillin in the middle of a typhoon. At 11:30pm. Alone (well, with the kids. But they are asleep-all THREE).

Typhoon Muifa

I don't mind typhoons really. It's exciting. Trees falling over in the backyard, cardboard boxes flying into windows, witnessing the crazy locals drive in 120mph winds on the street behind my house. Our homes are basically concrete bunkers so we are safe, and I always did enjoy the rain. It's just being stuck inside I go a little stir-crazy. Gives me an excuse to catch up on laundry though, and the hundreds of photos I should be working on from all of my latest shoots.

These past few weeks have been such a bummer! My birthday this year was a total fail. It is simply impossible to keep up with the energy of all these chirren. Today I attempted to potty train an almost 2 year old while breastfeeding a three month old and simultaneously teach a 4 year old how to read. I miss my husband (as usual...). Thank the Lord he will be home soon (for at least a week). It's so tough doing this alone. Every time I think I got it down, something triggers a total meltdown. Usually it's just something as small as my sleep schedule being thrown off. If I'm not up by 5am, I feel like a failure and it fudges up my whole day. Ridiculous, I know. Then there is the fact that typhoons always seem to come right before I'm due to go grocery shopping. I pray that no one else ever has to attempt a trip to the commissary with three kids when a typhoon warning has been declared for the week. Thankfully I have a wonderful friend who watched the kids for me when I had to go the second time. I was literally in tears when she called asking if I needed help.

I'm praying hard that my other half gets picked up for Warrant Officer, and that we end up somewhere closer to home. Somewhere with Coralyn again, so we can go into business together painting and photographing pregnant bellies.