no voice

My voice left me today.  I have wisper voice, or strange scratchy, squeaking voice.  Neither of which do me much good.  Eliza says, "Mom, you need to talk like a real mom."  Good Idea.  I guess it's better than the other day when I was not feeling well, she said, "Why are you acting like a sleepy mom?"  I guess I haven't been the best mom lately.  I need to work on that.

The good thing about my voice being gone is that I can't answer every little question the little ones have.  It's not that I don't want to answer their questions, but sometimes, I answer so readily that they don't figure things out for themselves.  It makes them think a little more. 

I do miss talking to Sol.  He makes me smile when he jabbers. A sure way to get him going is to ask him questions.  But without questions being asked his voice is gone too.  And that makes me sad. 

Tomorrow will be a new day, and hopefully it will bring with it my voice.

seven

Cobin is 7! SEVEN!  How did this happen?  Where has the time gone?  Where is my "buddy" who needs his "farfar" and "bee". He is too tall, too big, too smart, too grownup.  Where is the "stop time" button when one needs one? 

I took him out of school early today, just for fun.  In two and a half years he has missed one day of school.  It was time for a much deserved break.  I always loved getting picked up early from school.  Like I was special.  I got to do something that day that no one else did.  I hope he feels that way today.

Happy Birthday Corbin!

an attitude of gratitude

I slept on the bathroom floor again last night. It's getting old. I don't like it. Not one bit. So I broke down and picked up the prescription for a new anti-anxiety medication. Actually it's an anti-depressant. But apparently they use the same drugs to treat two very different problems. Weird. But if it works, I don't really care. I am just sick and tired of being sick all the time.

Complain, complain, complain.....I get annoyed with myself when my pity party gets too big. I really have no complaints. Not really. Oh except for being sick all the time. Did I mention that already??

So I am resolved to take President Monson's advice and have "an attitude of gratitude". I will start now.

I am grateful for:
A husband that loves me even when I am sick
Children that love me and forgive me for my imperfections
Kisses and hugs (especially from those adorable children)
A beautiful home
Amazing friends
The Gospel of Jesus Christ, His ministry, His atonement, His love
Service...clarity and perspective returns when I am serving others
A comfortable bed
And SO much more...