Coffee
I have never feared having another child, but 4 seems like a hell of a number. 3 is a handful, but 4? Insanity. I guess I shouldn't be worried compared to a lot of families who do just fine, but I'm pulled in so many directions already I don't know if I have anything else to give. Obviously you make room, but who pays the toll? Joe will be back on patrols sometime next year, and I'm not looking forward to that.
I am hopeful for the future as always. I'm sure #4 will settle in just fine with the rest of us, and will bring us just as much joy as our other boys have. After doing a photo session for a friend and having such a great time I think this is something I'd really like to do. I'd love to do weddings also. Still far from being there, but getting there. I love psychology too, but I get so attached to people and definitely overly emotionally involved. I know I'd cross a line somewhere. Plus I have spoken to a few people in the profession or former case workers who put up a big "don't do it!" sign when I ask them about it. That's not a good sign. They can't all be wrong. I'll finish my degree for now, and we'll see where it goes.
So for an hour I felt human again while I sipped my tall non-fat no-whip white mocha and was able to ponder some of these things. I'm going to get it in now because I know with 4, there will be no time for coffee.
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