A prayer...

It's been a while since I've prayed.  I'd say now's as good a time as any...

Dear, Baby Jesus.  Cute little bundle of joy.  Apple of your God-Daddy's eye.  But, I bet you weren't the apple of your Earth-Daddy's eye at first.  I bet he was a little sore that your momma'd come home knocked up when he hadn't even tapped it yet.  But then, when you turned out to be the Messiah and all...I bet he was cool with it.

Anyway.

Dear, Jesus, hear my prayer of thanks.  Thank you, for, it is from you that all blessings flow, and lately, I've been blessed.  In no particular order...

1.  Thank you for the pharmaceuticals that have helped me through this semester.  Yes, baby Jesus, in case you didn't know, I started popping happy pills again.  Just for a little while.  Until school's done.  Maybe until the kid's are through the teen years.  And then, maybe just until the kids are out of the house.  Then, if I've been on 'em that long, I might as well stay on them till they kill me, you know.  Anyway, thanks for those.  They're a big help.

2.    Thanks for Jake.  He's incredible.  If I didn't know better, I'd think he was a son of yours.  Heaven sent that one is.  He's been amazing at picking up the slack I've been leaving behind for the past nine months.  On top of it all, I have been neglecting my wifely duties, if you know what I mean, and that boy has still stuck around.  Fool is spruuuuuung!  Thanks for that.  A lot.

3.  Thanks for Goldfish crackers, popcorn, peanut butter, cereal and milk.  Without that manna you sent for your people, my poor neglected children would've perished, as my ass has not been in the kitchen in months.  Literally months.  I actually forgot how to use the microwave oven the other day.  Had to have the kids show me how to use it.

4.  Speaking of the little shits...thanks for them, too.  They're great.  Even though I call them little shits.  You know I'm just yanking your chain.  Precious little gifts, they are.  That little one is a little high maintenance, and he whines a lot...but, he's freaking cute and funny as hell.  That girl one is a life saver.  She's been the little mom for the last nine months.  I need that one around.  If I didn't love them all equally, she'd be my favorite.  And that big one...well, damn if he isn't turning out to be pretty fucking cool.  Oops...sorry.  Freakin...I meant freaking cool.  He doesn't drive me nearly as crazy as he used to.  I guess what they say is true...absence makes the heart grow fonder.  Isn't that what they say?  Are you, "they?"  Sounds like something you might say.

5.  Thanks for my family and friends who have given me so much support these last nine months.  I don't deserve 'em...but, I'm so glad I got 'em.  They've been a huge encouragement to me, and I've needed that.  Oh, man...LORD KNOWS, YOU KNOW I've needed it.  Every single one of them are the bomb.com, Jesus.

And you are, too.  Still wish you'd show me a miracle to clear some things up...water into wine...walking on water...me finishing nursing school with a shred of my sanity left.  Something.  Holla back when you can.  I love you.  A-men.