I just want money...all the dang time. I think about money all day, how we don't have any (even though we have all we need). I am just a stupid selfish person that can't trust God to provide, though He does whether or not I believe He will. I wouldn't provide for my ungrateful butt though. God is way better than me.

Tabitha is growing, growing, growing. I can't believe how big she is. And so beautiful. I am so blessed to get to stay with her all day. Sometimes it doesn't feel like a blessing, but I know it is. It's amazing how easily I fall into sin. I should be so joyful about getting to stay at home and not having to work a 9-5 job. Instead, I focus on the negative, how I am stuck here and it's soo inconvenient to have a baby along with all the housework. What an idiot. I feel sorry for my poor husband who is working two jobs in ordr to provide for our family right now, and give me the privilege of staying home with the baby. Bah on me, I suck.