'Scuse me, have you seen my motivation?

I seem to have misplaced it. I got the kitchen clean this morning. And I was almost motivated buuut then I sat down. And apparently my motivation ran far far away. Even Mr. Keurig hasn't seen it.

Know what I love? That, when Wyatt prays, he just talks to God. He says what's on his heart. He remembers to be thankful in his prayers before he asks for stuff. Although, as much as it hurts, he's asking for a baby brother again.

Isn't anyone on their way here to help me clean? Pleeeeease?

Yesterday, we were sitting on the back porch watching the lightening and listening to thunder. Then the clouds started...well, acting funny. When your town gets flattened by an F5, you tend to be more cautious about clouds and storms. I got nervous enough to take Wyatt over to dad's. Well, as it turns out, the next town over had a tornado. I don't even know if it touched down, but still...it's scary. *Makes mental note to check homeowners insurance*

Wyatt got upset with me today. He said he was mad that I didn't come to his class' Easter party. I told him I really wanted to be there, but I had to work. "But mommy, you never come to anything anymore. All the other moms were there" Not that I believe THAT, but it still hurt all the same :( I hate that I have to work. I hate that I can't be there for all that stuff with his class, and I REALLY hate that it's affecting him