Confession #302: I have NO idea what is going on.
Have you ever been under the illusion that you have SOME sort of control over your life?
If you were still under that illusion, I’m sorry for shattering it, but the fact is, its really just that- an illusion. Like a fancy magic trick.
I was under the impression for a very long time that I had a little control over my life, but lately I’ve come to the conclusion that I really knew nothing. As in, zilch.
How so, you ask?
I had always been under the impression that my family situation was perfect for us. Some people tried to claim that having 3 kids was putting us at an uneven advantage with the whole 3 against 2 thing, but I disagreed. 3 kids was my ideal number. I KNEW in my head and heart that 3 kids was what we were meant for- so much so, that I got an IUD to close Boystown’s boy factory.
Or so I thought.
In April, I found out otherwise. In April, I found out that IUDs can give you the illusion of control without actually giving you any. In April, I found out that I was actually 5 months pregnant with our 4th addition to Boystown.
Yup. Another boy. And yes- 5 months.
So, basically, we’ve secured our spot here. We’re single-handedly keeping my husband’s family name alive.
So many times I thought that I knew where my life was headed. Life is funny that way. Just when you think you’ve got it all under control, life kicks you to jog your memory- sometimes very literally.
Its times like this that I’m reminded of a quote:
We make plans, and God laughs.
Well played, God. Well played.
Musings of a Sortasupermom 