A few thoughts
I told myself I wouldn't post again until I had something positive to say or some good news. But if I wait for that to happen, I might not blog for months. Brian is out right now fixing a flat tire on the van with a guy-from-work-who's-our-neighbor-who's-in-our-ward. He's very nice, which is good because Brian was a little less than thrilled to be doing that tonight and probably needs some joviality (is that a word?) to help him get the job done.
I'm going to skip a bunch of stuff about my week and about my kids because writing it might cause me to relive it. So here's some other things on my mind:
Advent calendar update: We decided to stick it out and follow through with Leah opening on box every day, regardless of how much she likes what's in the box or what day the pink horse will be opened. It was rough at first, but she has the hang of it now and we don't have major issues every morning.
Today Leah was eating lunch and wanted some of Hannah's leftovers. She kept saying "Hannah's soup, Hannah's soup" over and over. Brian said "Kind of like Augustus Poop." Me: long pause..."Don't you mean Augustus Gloop?" Brian: "Oh, right. Got the name wrong." It was kind of funny.
This week Joseph B Wirthlin died. He's over there on the left. Aren't old people so cute?
He was a member of the Quorum of the 12 Apostles in my church. He was really old, so it wasn't a big surprise, but still sad because he was a wonderful person and had some great things to say. His last talk was very inspiring to me, called Come What May, and Love It. One of my favorite lines from this talk is this: 'Sometimes the very moments that seem to overcome us with suffering are those that will ultimately suffer us to overcome. ' I know this week Brian and I have both felt like we were overcome, not with sorrow necessarily, but with being exhausted, stressed, overwhelmed, and completely drained of all ability to deal with difficult children. I take comfort in his words and I believe they are true, even though it is hard to see how a daily struggle with something hard can be a good thing in the end.
Well, that's all I have. Everyone hope that we'll get some sleep tonight-we're REALLY going to need it tomorrow, since Brian's doing a 14 hour shift.
I'm going to skip a bunch of stuff about my week and about my kids because writing it might cause me to relive it. So here's some other things on my mind:
Advent calendar update: We decided to stick it out and follow through with Leah opening on box every day, regardless of how much she likes what's in the box or what day the pink horse will be opened. It was rough at first, but she has the hang of it now and we don't have major issues every morning.
Today Leah was eating lunch and wanted some of Hannah's leftovers. She kept saying "Hannah's soup, Hannah's soup" over and over. Brian said "Kind of like Augustus Poop." Me: long pause..."Don't you mean Augustus Gloop?" Brian: "Oh, right. Got the name wrong." It was kind of funny.
This week Joseph B Wirthlin died. He's over there on the left. Aren't old people so cute?
He was a member of the Quorum of the 12 Apostles in my church. He was really old, so it wasn't a big surprise, but still sad because he was a wonderful person and had some great things to say. His last talk was very inspiring to me, called Come What May, and Love It. One of my favorite lines from this talk is this: 'Sometimes the very moments that seem to overcome us with suffering are those that will ultimately suffer us to overcome. ' I know this week Brian and I have both felt like we were overcome, not with sorrow necessarily, but with being exhausted, stressed, overwhelmed, and completely drained of all ability to deal with difficult children. I take comfort in his words and I believe they are true, even though it is hard to see how a daily struggle with something hard can be a good thing in the end.
Well, that's all I have. Everyone hope that we'll get some sleep tonight-we're REALLY going to need it tomorrow, since Brian's doing a 14 hour shift.
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p.s.-'festive stripes'? That was funny.
I love you.
Birian (this is how I spell my name when I"m tired...Brian)
Sorry!