Last Sunday, baby Joe was welcomed into the world of Catholics. As Baptisms go, it was very nice and everything went well. Stuffing 20 or so people into a too small house can be a challenge but it all worked out, just as it always does. The food was good and the company was great.

Supermom?

I have always wondered if I take on more than I can handle. That said, I continue to take on the world and don't have the heart to say no....to anything. It always gets done and I always come through but the stress in preparation is too much to handle sometimes. This week, I helped plan a birthday party, this morning I catered it - tomorrow, Joseph is being christened and we are having a party here. So, my house smells like a restaurant and I could probably use a team of maids - a couple of nannies and a full kitchen staff wouldn't hurt either. I am cooking, cleaning , have a list of errands to run and Peter, my 38 year old child, is moping because he is hungry. I wish I was Samantha from Bewitched.

Joseph is finally napping- he had a pretty long day. We attended a birthday party this morning and braved Wal Mart immediately afterward. He was cross and miserable and who can blame him? I am tired too.....

As always, there are too many things to be done and not enough hours in the day.

Time is running short

So, we are getting ready for baby #3. I wonder if I was meant to have 3 children 6-10 years apart. Every time I start, I am starting over completely. I don't mind though - I love babies, especially my own. It is very stressful, though. There are plenty of things to be done before baby gets here. Most of it should have been done before P.J. arrived almost 6 years ago... We have contractors coming for estimates on an addition, workers coming to finish sheetrock, flooring, cabinets, molding - all of which should have been done years ago. Baby has certainly lit a fire under someone, but I won't mention that person by name. I think he got a little nervous when I threatened to move into an apartment if the house wasn't ready when baby arrived. I think I have been more than patient, some people get divorced over things less serious.

On another note, it is Carnival time again. Of course, I prefer to spend Mardi Gras in another state, but this year it just wasn't feasible. So, I will suck it up, take in a few parades and pretend I am excited when P.J. catches beads to add to our growing pile in Peter's shed.

So, we are officially due in 21 weeks and we will find out the sex of the peanut in 2 weeks. I will keep you posted.