Who gets the best of you?

A few years ago at a FACS summer conference the keynote speaker was asking the women in the audience "who gets the best of you"? The question wasn't about who makes you angry, but who gets the best parts of you. That got me really thinking, after a long day at school, running errands, church obligations, etc... it seems like my family gets the least of me. I try every day to make sure my children get the best of me and sometimes (more often than not) I seem to fall short. Somedays by 5:30 I have had IT and just can't deal with one more complaint and I do not respond in the best way. Here is an incidence that happened just last week. The girls and I get home and I start making dinner. Emily comes in and asks me why she never gets to take home lunch to school. Apparently she is the ONLY kid in her class that has to eat school lunch! When I question this "fact" she assures me it is true. Now every year since first grade we go through this home lunch argument. I explain that there isn't time for me to fix lunch in the morning and since Emily is a picky eater, she will not eat peanut butter and jelly-which she would get three or four times a week if she took home lunch. *By the way, I think the home lunch argument comes up when a friend has a new lunch box*



Anyhoo, she is still complaining about the home lunch thing, and I start to feel guilty that I don't have the time to make her cute little boxed lunches...you know the sandwiches cut into shapes and homemade cookies...with a beribboned love note tucked inside.



The complaining goes on... and I point out that she doesn't like sandwhiches...at which point she says that she doesn't have to take sandwhiches...she will take a can of spray cheese and some crackers! At which point I turn to her and yell, YOU ARE NOT TAKING CANNED SQUIRT CHEESE AND CRACKERS FOR LUNCH!!!!! I know, not my best..she leaves the room crying...guilt kicks in immediately. Guilt that I can't make the home lunch she longs for, guilt that I yelled, guilt that I can't understand why this is so darn important to her.



After we have both calmed down, I try to get her to tell me why she wants to take lunch so bad. I don't even think she knows...She needs something to tell her therapist in 10 years or maybe by some fluke EVERY kid in her class does bring sandwhiches cut into cute shapes and homemade cookies with beribboned love notes tucked inside.

So today, I picked up somethings for her home lunch. I told her she could do it three times over the next two weeks. Now I just have to remember to pack the lunch before I go to work...and add my beribboned love note

We're off to see the Witches!!

Today we went to Gardner Village to see the witches. It was Wee Witches Weekend (and UEA) so EVERYONE in Northern Utah had the same idea. It was very crowded, but we had a great time. This picture about sums up how my girls felt about the witches...

Seriously, Em you are 9! You should be able to sit close to a STUFFED DOLL!!!

where do I find the time

Sooo...after months of stalling...not because I didn't want to start a blog...I just couldn't come up with a clever name for it ( I know seriously dorky, but a blog name should mean something about the person).. I have bitten the bullet and started a blog. Now I won't feel left out when people at recipe club are all chatting about their blogs. And I can give shout outs to the blogs I already "stalk".

Sooo...why "where do I find the time"? Well, people ask me this all the time. I am not sure if it is because I work full time and have two girls or what. I think that if something is important to you, you find the time. Like it is 3 am and here I am...making time...typing away at something I am positive only my darling sisters (and maybe my husband) will ever read! But Darcy said one night (at recipe club) that her blog is like her journal. And I am so crappy at keeping a journal I thought this might help.

For years I have had the same journal. I am not kidding, it incompasses about 6 years and is only 30 or so pages long... I usually write in it once a year...usually after General Conference...ok so maybe twice a year. It's just sad. I have justified my crappy journal keeping by reminding myself that I scrapbook. Now that is where you will see EVERYTHING Emily did from birth on. Brinley's are not as full, but still manage to fill 3 1/2 volumes!

But there is very little ME in my scrapbooks. I need a place to ramble about our lives and keep track of day to day events.