This blogging thing has already done something good for me. It has motivated and reminded me to take more pictures. I know that anyone visiting this site will care a whole lot more about pics of my kids than about what I have to say--so it is of little consequence that I never have anything good to say.
Yesterday was a good day. Sundays are almost always good days--a day when we have a big nap, followed by a big dinner--a day when Brian is home. What could be better? But yesterday was especially good because it followed a really crappy day. On Saturday, I was a crappy mother and a crappy wife, so I had a crappy day. My uncle (and bishop) counseled us that saying words like "crap" show a lack of style, but man, my family was sustained on the word "crap, " so it's going to take some work for me not to say it.
Anyway, I had the baptism of one of my young women to go to in the afternoon, and Brian wasn't home to help me, so the whole experience was not a delightful one. Camp had a birthday party to go to. I went with him for a couple hours, but the party was still going when I had to leave to go make the cookies that the Elders had asked me right before the party to make for the baptism. So I left Camp at the party and made as many cookies as 40 minutes would afford me. I had put Jane down for a nap when I got home so I just grabbed her out of bed and threw her in the car to go pick up Camp and head to the baptism. When I got to April's house to pick up Camp, he had wet his pants and soaked his shoes. Luckily, April had a spare pair of his shorts to put on him, but we were out of luck in the shoe department. So I showed up LATE to the baptism (at which I had been asked to say the opening prayer) and I had two raggedy-looking kids with no shoes on. They had someone else give the opening prayer while I fought with Camp to stay in his seat and be quiet. You may be thinking, "Ann, all that doesn't make you a crappy wife and a crappy mother." But, you see, I have skillfully neglected to tell you about the way I reacted and dealt with all of these scenarios. Saturday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very crappy day. I feel your pain, Alexander.