This picture makes me laugh

Now you can laugh, too.

I have the smiliest boy in all the land

Unfortunately I can't catch them on camera, so you'll just have to trust me on this one. But if any of you want to come see for yourself you're more than welcome.

Dishes

Today Brita was doing the dishes by herself. She usually helps, which involves playing in the water while I do the dishes or rinsing if Grandma is doing the dishes, but today she was doing them all by herself. She washed them and put them in the dish drain.

Unfortunately I don't let her use the sponge or I would have had a lot fewer dishes to wash tomorrow.

I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be easier than this.

This whole two kids thing is kicking my trash. Just so everybody knows. Especially with a sick husband. Of course that sick husband is taking Brita to the library to return a movie, so at this moment I'm just incompetently mothering one rather than two.

Maybe it will be easier in about thirty years, but then, if they're like me, they'll be calling me up because their husband is out of town and they can't handle two kids by themselves. Oh wait, I did that with one kid, too.

And then there's dinner. Lets not even go there. I seldom do go there, actually.

Whoa Nellie.. This post should probably be deleted. It won't be, though--there's got to be something to look back on if I have a third kid. Just imagine several more paragraphs of one-handed whining and we'll call it good.

The end.

Don't take offense, take a post--it's lighter.

I just found out I offended someone. I hate it when that happens. I really never mean to offend people but then every once in a while I find out that I have and I just really wish that they would have let me know instead of letting other people know. So just in case I've offended someone who reads my blog--I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, and feel free to talk to me about it.

Sustaining our leaders

Today the executive secretary called and asked if I could meet with a member of the bishopric before church. Peter and I were kind of joking back and forth about what it could be about. I kind of figured that either they were releasing me, giving me a new calling or kicking me out of church. It turned out to be none of those things.

They told me that my teaching partner was being released.

I kind of wondered why they brought me in to just tell me that, but I thought it was nice of them. They told me I'd keep teaching and they weren't calling another team teacher for a while (which is what they told me the week that they released my last team teacher and then they called another teacher the next week).

It wasn't until I was in primary and they were talking about Sister Thompson leaving and I started glaring at the second counselor of the bishopric that I realized why they did what they did. When they released my last team teacher I spent the entire sacrament meeting glaring at the bishopric and then I cried through primary. I think they were trying to give me a heads up so they didn't have to put up with me hating them all through sacrament meeting and crying through primary. At least Sister Thompson had the decency to pick If You're Happy and You Know It as her departing song so everybody didn't cry through I am a Child of God again.

I just like the people I work with and then they keep stealing them. Oh well, I'm sure I'll get over it in a few weeks. Until then I'm sad.