So today was a lazy Sunday afternoon...I made dinner and then ate by myself because Scott was out home teaching and the kids were being their usual "Yuck, I want corn dogs!" selves, which I refused to react to. After the tantrum by Jace I simply said eat, here is good food...and I took my plate down to watch football. I am soooo DONE with cooking different meals for the little tyrant. But then I never did the dishes, and veged while my food digested and the little baby kicked in my tummy...(always the coolest feeling)(ok, at least at this point...not up in my ribs yet). Do I have any volunteers to come do my dishes??????
Usually I love the holidays. last year was stressful because we had just found out about Scott's tumor, and this year it is the economy and his job...I guess there will always be something to worry about and we simply have to learn how to pull out the smiles and remember our blessings. A few months back he and I were going through a particularly difficult, stressful week, when we had a Sunday with talks all about how blessed we really are and reminding us to speak them out loud to put things in perspective. The conversation we had that night was exactly the medicine we had been needing to smile again and get through the next days.
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