Another Good Day

So yesterday I reached the end of my rope and had a horrible melt-down at church.  It was embarrassing when I had to leave sacrament with 3 of my unruly kids and not get to hear what the Stake Pres. had to say during our ward conference.  (Nate had to work for the 3rd Sunday this month).  It was even more embarrassing however, when I really had to go to the bathroom (30 weeks of pregnancy makes that a big priority) and brought my 2 little girls in the "big" stall only to have Abigail continuously open the door while new people came in.  I kept speaking in harsh tones "please close the door.... close the door Abigail... Abigail this isn't funny...etc. etc."  Finally our R.S. pres heard and came to my rescue by saying that she would hold the door until I was done.  That was all it took to send a flood of tears out of my eyes.  To say that I have reached the end of my rope and have been a little overwhelmed would be a huge understatement.  I was in charge of sharing time in Primary and couldn't waste much time crying, so I rushed the girls off to nursery and made my way to the Primary room.  I didn't make it there without the tears making my grief obvious to several people (although I tried desperately to hide it).  I finally ended up hiding in the library behind the copy machine for about 15 minutes until I could compose myself.  What a joke.  I was luckily able to pull myself together in time for sharing time, during which I was able to feel uplifted and comforted by bearing testimony of the Saviour and the scriptures.  That of course made me cry more and by the time I finished sharing time for the second time I think I must have looked like a basket case with big red swollen eyes and no make-up.  Oh well, I'd much rather be crying from feeling the spirit than from feeling desperate as a mother.

My tears in the library sparked the librarian (an old friend) to invite our family over for dinner to relieve me from having to cook for the evening.  We had a great meal with the Johnsons and I thoroughly enjoyed not cooking and also getting to have some adult conversation.  Nathan was home and got to come with us which made it even better.  It is amazing how much I feel like I need him and I honestly can't imagine what I would do without him.  Parents just were not meant to be single and I feel really bad for those that end up down that hard road!  I have much greater empathy for them after these past 3 months.  I am so lucky that this rotation ends in 3 more days and I have so much to look forward to in our near future.  Although I was embarrassed from my hormonal breakdown on the Sabbath, I was comforted to know that my Heavenly Father is aware of my needs and desires and that he answered my prayers through my friends.  I am blessed more than I often give myself or my God credit for and I am trying to do better at expressing my gratitude and at seeing my blessings for what they really are.

On that note, I have had another terrific day today.  I was able to play and clean a lot with the girls this morning before we had some friends over for a play date.  Then we watched the 1st Harry Potter movie and ate popcorn and cookies for snack time.  Lily and Abigail were annoying getting into the fridge at least 12 times during the movie, but I sure love their determination.  They were also very cute and colored at the table while the sang "Happy Birthday" to just about everyone they knew.  They love to sing and I love to hear them do so, it is heart-warming!

Carter was also super cute today.  After lunch while I got the girls down for naps he took it upon himself to clean his entire bathroom, with several rags and towels.  I wasn't about to stop him since he is the source of many of my bathroom nightmares.  There isn't a day I don't go in the kids bathroom to find more pee on the floor/seat, etc. or too many things left in the toilet.  I was glad to see him step up to the plate for once.

I'd type more but Lily is about to kick down her door because "she needs to go potty".  This is her new game at night, to see how many times she can get out to "go potty" but really not.  Hate it when they learn how to get out despite my locks.  I can't be too soft on this however, I really don't like doing peepee laundry.
Which reminds me that I still need to write about my start of cloth diapering- I'm not 100% sold on it yet, but have been doing it exclusively for almost 2 weeks now.