You know those times where you just need to write? It's like it doesn't even matter what it's about, just so long as the words get out of you and onto something else. That is where I'm at tonight.
It's been a long, haggaring day in the Sant household. Why? You tell me. The hustle and bustle of taking care of three little ones, worrying about a husband who is working harder than sometimes I feel he has the strength for, trying to be an upstanding member in the church which I wholeheartedly believe to be true, while all around me are people I love and respect telling me I am wrong. It's as though my heart is being pulled in a thousand directions. I have to chuckle as I read my complaints. They are all blessings... so time for some perspective.
1- I have three beautiful children whom I have the opportunity to spend most of my days with. They are smart, loving, healthy kids who love me, and I love them. We live in a safe and comfortable home. We may be money poor, but we are so rich in other ways.
2- My husband works hard, hard, hard. GOOD FOR HIM! Many people don't work anymore. They don't know how. How blessed I am to have married a hard worker who loves his family enough to put in the hours to provide. He's amazing. I hope he understands how very much we love and appreciate all that he does for us.
3- I have a testimony of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. There are certainly worse things than a knowledge that Jesus Christ lives, loves us and has atoned for our sins. I love my religion. It sucks if that bothers people, but I cannot deny what I know to be true.
So there you have it. Hoorah for attitude adjustments.
In other news... Kate is a diva. FOR REAL. This little lady struts her stuff every chance she gets! I just went to put her to bed...
Me: Time to go night night
Kate: No! *grins*
Me: Yes
Kate: *laughing* NOOO!!!
Me: Yes
Kate: (Stands up from her diaper change, picks up a dress, hands it to me and very pointedly says) On!
Well, what was I to do? I put on the dress, and the diaper, and thank goodness for Enya because I put her on too and now there is peace. Crazy little chicken nugget... Ah, but alas, I hear my Matthews little feet pitter pattering down the hall. And here he is. So goodnight for now. Thanks for reading my ramblings.
