Everything is going to be alright

Our Independence Day started with Silas asserting his right to make a huge mess on the couch while I took a shower.

You guys?  I cried.  So. Much. 

If you zoomed out from that picture, you would see that my house is a disaster without the added powdered sugar on the couch.  There are toys everywhere.  

Michael left three months ago (I don't want to talk about it, which is why I haven't talked about it), and I am exhausted trying to work full time, take care of Silas, and be pregnant.  

So, ya know, the mega blocks tend to just stack up in the middle of the living room and there is a car track and a big wheel in my kitchen, and we are just not getting into what the hallway or the bedrooms look like.

Silas was so darn pleased with himself for "making clouds" and could not understand why mommy was soooooo mad that it looked like her head might explode.

As it turns out, the vacuum cleaner attachment hose makes short work of getting powdered sugar off the couch.  Thank God.  Amen.

The rest of the day was a typical July 4th.  We hung out with friends and grilled out and watched fireworks and were very grateful to live in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave - powdered sugar, toy strewn, constant train wreck mess of a life and all.  

Because we have our health and we have a good job and we have a nice car and a roof over our heads and we never go hungry and we are safe and free to live our lives and next year?  Next year our baby brother is going to be with us to watch fireworks and play in the water and make us smile.

We are all going to be okay.  In fact, we are going to thrive.