Wedding

On the first of July last year my little brother
Jimmy married Ashli.
The wedding was nice and the reception was a ball.
Here are some photos of me and my family.

I can' t believe these are all my kids.
They clean up pretty well.

These are my parents James and Mary Coffey.

This is Christopher. He was the ring bearer.
Everybody's crazy about a sharp dressed man!

This is Mary. She is my 12 year old and handed out the programs.

This is my baby Monica.
She was the flower girl.
Isn't she a doll?

This is Cecelia having fun at the reception.
She is my little angel.

AARRGGHH

Today I was supposed to go to school and volunteer to do library. I actually started at the beginning of this year, but have only made it once. I was first to go to Mass and then go to a Catholic discussion group and friend and I are trying to start. However, two of my little ones are sick, so none of those things happened. I am so tired and so stressed out I wish I could run away. I missed my oldest ones basketball game last night and he scored 19 points. My mom went to the doctor yesterday and the cancer is growing so they are going to wait a month and decide what to do then. This is supposed to be the slow growing kind, but it sure seems like they tell her it is growing all the time. The chemo helped the cancer on her neck, but her abdomen has gotten worse. When is it okay to surrender? I am so over whelmed I don't know what to do.

New Year, Better Year?

I thought that last year was the worst year of my life bar none. However, I am fearing that this year may try to break that record. I have had this bug for three weeks now, had two rounds of antibiotics which did nothing for my sinus infection. Plus, I fell on the ice last week and hit my tailbone really hard so that I cannot sit or bend normally. And best of all, besides kids sick and ice and snow storms, my hubby fell on the ice and broke his ankle in three places and will have surgery next Tuesday. My spiritual life is pretty much dead, I can barely make it to Mass anymore, no more daily Mass and Liturgy of the Hours is hit and miss at best. Father's leaving made a huge impact on my life. Even though I miss him, I miss the Holy Hours we had each Sunday. That hour before the Blessed Sacrament was my strength that got me through everything. It was around this time last year that I stopped eating for several months. I ended up losing over 40 pounds and ended up able to wear a size 4. I have gained most of it back, but am really wanting to fall back into the not eating thing. I am physically and emotionally exhausted. I would love to have a few days near a church that had Adoration, and just be able to spend hours there alone and quiet. They say God never gives us more than we can handle, but must He always push the envelope?