I turned my garmin off and lost track of where I needed to turn around..so this is just a guess. I couldn't get to sleep last night. I was MAD....for a dumb reason of course...Sasha said one wrong thing and that set me off. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep so I got up and did a million little things I'd like to do during the day but can't seem to get to between policing the kids, dishes, stories, bloggin to maintain my sanity...etc... I think what happens to us is that I get extremely sensitive at night and Sasha gets extremely insensitive. He said that me going into labor this weekend was just as likely as the house blowing up. Anyone that has been inside a pregnant body knows that three weeks before their due date they feel like they could blow up at any second. So when I woke up this morning...my body didn't let me sleep in much...I decided I was NOT going for my run. I was filled with rebellion....okay well...maybe not a lot but I didn't feel like running anyway. I got my shoes on and thought...I'll just go around the block twice so I don't get a goose egg. Then Sasha came home and I could go on the trail. Okay...I'm thinking... I'll just go a mile and then I'm done. Then I started thinking about this weekend and decided I was behaving badly and instead of being a scared lady I would be courageous and face birthing my sixth child without a husband around with no fear. Yes..I was feeling noble...and so I guess I got a little blessing for that because just as I was about to turn around and give in to my earlier rebellion my dear friend from our ward shows up on the trail. Wow! Since I couldn't possibly pass up a good gabbing opportunity and she was just starting and going my direction I went a little further and called it a good day. She is this lady in my ward that really mothers me a bit now and then and I really appreciate her. I told her that she was the most charitable person I know. She is the type that when I'm alone with the kids at a ward dinner will notice, come over and just start helping. I can name numerous times where she has pitched in to help me and has just been a good friend. My sister told me a funny story that had the opposite effect on her...she said she bore her testimony on Sunday and mentioned the challenges of dealing with five children during sacrament (her kids are 9 and under like mine.) She said afterwards this crazy old lady came up to her and said, "Well, just remember that these are the best years of your life. " We both agreed that that was the dumbest thing you could say to a mom struggling with her kids at church.
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