It's my first entry! Well a few weeks ago I had to talk in Sacrament Meeting, curses! I told a little story that I made up and I had a few people tell me that I should post it. So here it is!
I started the day with great expectations! I was going to organize the food storage, clean the whole house, catch up on laundry, do my visiting teaching, read the scriptures, and catch up on my older son's scrap book. Only 9 years to go! And last but not least, create cherished memories with my children while maintaining a sweet spirit with in our home.
Okay, so that's not exactly how it went. I'm convinced that any request for a child to bring something to school is really the teacher's way of seeing exactly what kind of parent you are. I am now branded for the rest of the year as the kind of irresponsible mother who does nothing but lay around the house in my pajamas, watching daytime talk shows and eating Captain Crunch from the box, because I didn't want to dirty another dish.
I did manage to change my pajamas into sweats when the baby had multiple explosions, that landed on me. Amongst the chaos, the Scwhann man showed up on my doorstep, peddling various forms and flavors of icecream. When I answered the door, he crinkled his nose from the smell permeating from my baby, who also had nose discharges dripping down to his double chin. The Schwann man slowly walked back to his truck to retrieve my box of chocolate icecream push-ups with a mortified look on his face. There goes my diet. I went from being a well kept, sweet, mother of the year, from the Regal Country Ward to being a menace to society.
My husband came home after a long day of work and asked what was for dinner. "Captain Crunch," I said as I handed him the box. "I've got to hurry. I have Enrichment night tonight!" "What! How am I suppose to meet up with the guild on line later", he cried. After re-assuring him he'll be able to play on the computer and take care of the kids at the same time, I hurried and found some semi-clean clothes out of the hamper and sprayed 1/2 a bottle of perfume on me to mask the day's smells. Kids bawling, me complaining, husband whining. What a better time to leave. Yes! I made it to the church! I arrive to the caring spirits of the loving sisters in the Relief Society. Little by little the days activities, and frustrations melt away, my heart softens and is filled with the spirit and before I know it I'm smiling. I realize my Heavenly Father loves me, no matter what I didn't accomplish that day. He knows my needs. I come home with a re-newed spirit, my testimony has grown and I feel recharged to share the gospel with my family.
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