Yesterday our Sacrament meeting was about Gratitude. Then Relief Society was about Gratitude. I can no longer ignore the realization that I keep having that I am guilty of INGRATITUDE. Additionally I am suffering from Frazzle-Mommy Syndrome. Let's give you a little update on the last week and then I'll end with things I am Grateful for:
Wed: Surgery-- Taking it easy, not feeling too well, even still
Thurs.- Fri: Kids out of school
Sat: 6 12yo Boys over for Breakfast and then 12 12yo Boys over for cake and Ice cream
Dance Carpool Driver-- Both going and coming
Lost patience MAJORLY (No details, but it wasn't undeserved necessarily, but probably a little melodramatic on my part)
Sun: Noticed that all the dates on the newsletter I had created were wrong. Only slept from 11-2 and 5-6:30
Mon: Very early Morning dentist appointments (7:30) both of which had multiple cavities due to their inherited soft enamel ---- SSOOOOOOO Frustrating and not much you can do.
Ben's Speech Therapy where I can tell the therapist is VERY frustrated with his lack of progress and frankly, so am I.
OKAY, with all of that as background:
1. Man am I grateful we have dental insurance. It is what it is. Hopefully we can kick this problem in the pants the best we can. FYI, because we don't have flouridated water in this neck of the woods, it's best if you only spit out toothpaste, not rinse it when you're done. News to me, but it will hopefully help my kids.
2. I am so grateful my surgery went so well and I have had so few problems.
3. I am truly grateful for the opportunity to serve in the Relief Society and even more grateful for the understanding of my fellow sisters who all put their arm around me and say-- You've got six kids. You're doing great. You're family's wonderful. Don't worry if a few dates are wrong. That kid will talk when he wants to talk and then you won't be able to shut him up.
4. I am grateful for Numerous stories from ward members about how this kid is amazing, or that one's a lot of fun, or this one's so smart. Sometimes after you've torn your hair out you don't feel so great about them. It's nice to hear not everybody's tearing their hair out over 'em.
RANT OVER. Just had to get it off my chest. I probably need a nap.
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