Stories

Another week!  This week was pretty quiet.  The kids didn't have school Monday and I still felt like we were all still in recuperation mode, so it was a pretty lazy day.  David got sick again this week.  His tonsils were super swollen and he had some congestion.  When he went to the doctor they did the 2 day test for strep, gave him another prescription for antibiotics, and also tested him for Mono (which came back negative).  I think he may end up getting his tonsils out this summer.  

When they tested him for Mono it reminded me of when I got Mono my sophomore year of college (insert a million kissing jokes here, I definitely heard them all).  When I first got diagnosed they gave me a limited use handicap sticker for parking my car (my car which Joni had affectionately named "The Tortoise"), which I thought was dumb because I was a little tired but didn't feel THAT bad.  But then a couple days later, even though I was on antibiotics, my throat got so swollen that I could hardly breathe and had to get an IV of steroids to bring down the inflammation.   And right after that I got so tired that even walking from the handicap spot (yes, I did use it...) to my classes, I felt like I had just run a marathon.  I was so exhausted all the time.  I got diagnosed at the student health center, and I guess it's common for them to email teachers if you get that sick.  Which they did not tell me they were going to do.  One of my music teachers randomly came up to me and started asking how I was doing and how I was feeling, which felt very unnatural because he had never done that ever before.  And then I found out from another teacher that he had gotten an email about it, which actually made me feel better about the interaction I had with my music teacher because it was less out of the blue in that context.  Anyways, I just got reminded of that this week.

I also got reminded of something else this week.  I actually find that I get reminded of people or stories a lot while going through my day.  Anyways, my mom has a neighbor that she is really good friends with.  And she told my mom that she had a hard time going to the temple when the Relief Society would plan a trip all together.  She felt like all these ladies talked about how relaxed they are and they just forget about everything outside and could just spend all day there.  And even though she really enjoyed going to the temple and had great experiences there, the whole time she'd be checking her watch going "Okay, 1 hour left.  30 minutes left.  15 minutes left".  I don't wear a watch, but because of how the temple I go to is laid out you end up going to 5 different rooms.  And I am always thinking "Okay, 4 more rooms, 3 more rooms, 2 more rooms..." and it's not that I don't enjoy myself!  I love going to the temple, but I always find myself counting down to when the session is over.  So I always think about Julie and it makes me feel better that I'm not alone!

One last story.  The other night David was joking around saying that we should return the kids to Walmart and Asher pipes up "I'm not store-bought, I'm womb-brought!"  I was laughing so hard I almost started crying.  That kid has such a quick wit. 😄

And one picture.  Don't worry, Mia was sitting behind Millie, not on top of her.  But I don't think Millie was any more pleased about it.  The girls are always trying to sit as close to her as they possibly can and she is very patient about it.