Yesterday, I thought that I had the worst day ever!! I woke up to a 6 year old poking me in the face. After a restless night of sleep, I stumbled out of bed knowing that it was going to be a pretty busy day. I had slept horrible, because I was thinking about the fact that my mom wanted to take Aniston to Lake Powell with them this weekend and the fact that I was going to tell her no. I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I just didn't want her to go! She doesn't swim well and Lake Powell is a BIG body of water. So I knew that my mom wasn't going to be happy with me.
Ryan had to be to work at 6, which I hate. I have grown to love our mornings together and the day never seems to go right when we miss them. So we had our breakfast, was running behind, Aniston wanted to wear a dress and we couldn't find the black shoes to wear with them, so she had to change her clothes. Out the door we all go at 8:10. Which is 10 mintues later than I like to leave. All the kids are in the van and I am following them, press the garage door open button and nothing happens. "What in the heck". I pushed it again, nothing, I pushed the remote in my car, Nothing! So I call Ryan and he tells me to unplug the cord and plug it back in... NOTHING!! Now we are officially late and he can't leave to help me. I had a friend that I was about to call, but I knew she was on the way to Provo. So I call my sweet grandma and she comes to the rescue. Now the girls are 10 mintues late for school. I get them there and on my way home. I drop my grandma off, because she is letting me keep her car so that I can go to my PTO meeting. With a 1/2 an hour to get showered and ready, I hurry. We make it just in time. The meeting turns out to be close to 2 hours and my terrible two year old was just that, TERRIBLE. She screamed out mommy anytime someone was talking to me. She needed to go potty and after going once and getting to use the water foutain in the hall she kept crying wolf. My nerves were frazzled. I came home and put her on her bed. She cried her little naughty self to sleep and I stole a minute to check out blogs. I had came across this blog the day before, but didn't have time to read it, so I checked back to it. Again having only a few minutes I closed it down and started laundry and getting lunch ready. I took Mr. K to school and then got Ryans Lunch ready. I returned calls to Ryans mom and grandma and then was on my way to pick all the kids up from school. I then ran to Centerfield to get corn so that I could freeze it and then back home to change into dance clothes and then off to Aurora we went. I wanted a quite minute, I wanted a Coke, I wanted to relax, I wanted to sew, I wanted to take some "me" time. But at the end of the day I was exhasted. It felt as though I had ran a marathon. The entire time I was making dinner and cleaning it up and bathing kids and reading books I thought about this blog and about this womans family.
Okay so I am totally rambling now. Here it is. Check it out...
Go here to read her story about her accident...http://www.nierecovery.com/
Go to about Nie... She is originally from Provo, Utah and she is LDS. Which made the story even more appealing to me.
This woman writes daily on her blog about being a mother and how much she loves it. She writes about the love she feels about her husband. As I was reading her blog, I could just feel how optimistic this woman is. I laughed, reading her post and I kept going back reading more and more.
I didn't always know that I would love being a mother. I had never really thought about it. But when it happend I instantly fell in love with the idea of motherhood. Since having Emerson and being able to stay home, I have found that I love it even more. I want to do things everyday to make my childrens childhood unforgettable. I always knew that if something happened to one of them I would die, but what if I was the one that wasn't albe to care for them? What would I do?
I am telling all of you mothers, read this blog, see for yourselves, and love every mintue you have with them...