For the past 6 days, the great majority, if not all, of my mind has been, at all times, in Haiti.
The suffering, the worry, the concern. It's always there. When you've been to a country, when you're children are from a country, how do you just let that go?
I'm incredibly concerned and worried about these two little fellas.
They are the birth siblings on one of my sons.
They live in Port au Prince.
We have NO understanding about what happened to these little boys, and the likelihood of us finding out any time remotely soon (if ever) is slim.
I realize that I can't sit and watch CNN forever. I can't spend my days scanning Twitter and FB for updates. Some sense of normal has to be found again.
People are really starting to irritate me with their whines and complaints about our very blessed lives here stateside. Like my husband's dingbat cousin this morning who used her Facebook page to publicly complain that she had already cleaned 2 bathrooms in her huge home, but she still had--gasp! the horrors!-- 2.5 more left to still clean.
It's a tough life, princess.
And I nearly wanted to vomit at reading the headline that the glamorous, post-Golden Globe parties were filled with celebrities bedazzled with jewels, an abundance of the finest cuisine and an overflow of liquor.
Yet, I do need to regain a sense of normalcy here at home for my childrens' sake. So this morning I dusted off their ChorePacks, and we've resumed chores, music lessons and homeschool. We'll check in with the news on our breaks. We'll continue to donate and try to encourage others to donate. We'll keep on writing to our state's representatives, asking them for their help in bringing home all orphans matched with a family.
It's hard not to feel guilty, that while we resume our quiet, comfortable life, Haiti is out there.