Or it could be the second... wait, no, third attempt at potty training. That seems to suck up a lot of time and energy. All I know is I am exhausted by the end of the day, and I see I haven't had any time to do things for myself. Such as exercise. Or blog.
And the funniest part of it all, is that I don't mind. I love being a mom. I love when my kids need me. I love being the person to take care of them. I love teaching them to be happy, and to work, and to love God. So though I lay my exhausted bones down at night, they are happy bones.
On another note, Keith and I were looking at a picture of the Salt Lake Temple last night.
I asked him what it was and he said "The temple. Mommy, I don't want to live with Jesus. If I do I wont see you ever ever ever ever ever again. I want to live with you forever."
Such a sweet teaching moment. I put my arm around him and told him that if he lives a good life, he can live with me and his daddy, and Faye and Jesus forever. He wont have to give up the one to be with the other. Families are forever. That is why we were married in the temple. He smiled and said "Okay." and then gave me a hug.
And that is why I don't mind the tiredness, and the lack of me time. Because I get lots of hugs, and kisses, and play time. Because I am loved.
