Okay, so that title is simply a silly reference to What the Deaf Man Heard...which actually has nothing to do with my post, but I am tired, and I'm going to leave it. lol
Today I dozed off upstairs while feeding George but woke up as the girls got home. I knew Lydia was watching Pokemon on the tablet, so I assumed the girls would be entranced by that until I finished feeding George and forced them to do homework.
They did for a while, but when our neighbor's 2nd grade twin boys knocked on the door to ask if the girls could play, Hannah did something I didn't expect.
She told them they couldn't play, because she and Abigail hadn't started their homework. She closed the door and declared to Abigail and Lydia. "Okay, you guys, it's time to turn off the tablet and do homework."
AND THEY DID! George had fallen asleep, but I was too curious to sleep at this point. So I listened. Hannah set the kitchen timer on the microwave to 5 minutes and had Abigail press start so she could do her timed math. Then Hannah picked out a book, went up to her room, and read for twenty minutes. Then, after all of her homework was complete, she politely reported to me and asked if she could play! I was so impressed with her initiative that I didn't even make her do chores.
Abigail was pretty close to being done with her homework as well, so they got to play outside with their friends for a good 2 hours.
I just had to document this. It's the first time I've ever noticed Hannah being so responsible. I hope it continues, because it was awesome!!
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Thursday, October 6, 2016
For my good
Today began normal. I felt a little dizzy but nothing to give me pause. I fell asleep during George's nap after making sure Lydia couldn’t get into dangerous things and had a snack.
George woke up for a feeding, but it took several minutes for me to wake all the way up to feed him. It was 10:30 before I made my way downstairs for breakfast. I felt dizzy and a little nauseous but chalked it up to not having eaten. So I cooked my standard sausage biscuits and eggs but the ill feeling did not fade. It got so bad that Justin had to come home, and I was in awful shape. I managed to eat a piece of toast for lunch, but it didn't help.
I tried taking a shower to break my fever, but I almost passed out in the shower. I started praying for help, and had a fleeting thought that this shouldn't be happening because of my blessing that nothing bad would happen while I served my calling. I had the distinct impression that it wasn't bad, and that meant it was for my good.
There was a point when I felt so weak that I'd slumped to the ground and I thought I would black out. I kept hearing a voice saying, "You need to get out now.", but I was so weak that just fell lower on the floor of the tub. I prayed that Justin would come up and help me, but I knew he couldn't hear, and I was too weak to shout or try pounding on the wall.
I started to feel faint when I felt a voice firmly say, "Get up now.". I felt a slight boost of strength and somehow pried myself off the floor.
I got out and was shuddering and shivering so badly that Justin heard me in yhe baby monitor and helped me to the bed. I laid there for several minutes just wrapped in a towel, breathing.
After I managed to get dressed (with Justin's help) I slept for hours, waking up only to feed George and force myself to drink water.
I am still really cold in spurts and nauseous, but it is better. I ate a third of a muffin for dinner and drank more water, and hopefully I feel better tomorrow.
I don't know why I had to go through this on my last day of my twenties, but I felt peace knowing that it was for my good, however that may be.
George woke up for a feeding, but it took several minutes for me to wake all the way up to feed him. It was 10:30 before I made my way downstairs for breakfast. I felt dizzy and a little nauseous but chalked it up to not having eaten. So I cooked my standard sausage biscuits and eggs but the ill feeling did not fade. It got so bad that Justin had to come home, and I was in awful shape. I managed to eat a piece of toast for lunch, but it didn't help.
I tried taking a shower to break my fever, but I almost passed out in the shower. I started praying for help, and had a fleeting thought that this shouldn't be happening because of my blessing that nothing bad would happen while I served my calling. I had the distinct impression that it wasn't bad, and that meant it was for my good.
There was a point when I felt so weak that I'd slumped to the ground and I thought I would black out. I kept hearing a voice saying, "You need to get out now.", but I was so weak that just fell lower on the floor of the tub. I prayed that Justin would come up and help me, but I knew he couldn't hear, and I was too weak to shout or try pounding on the wall.
I started to feel faint when I felt a voice firmly say, "Get up now.". I felt a slight boost of strength and somehow pried myself off the floor.
I got out and was shuddering and shivering so badly that Justin heard me in yhe baby monitor and helped me to the bed. I laid there for several minutes just wrapped in a towel, breathing.
After I managed to get dressed (with Justin's help) I slept for hours, waking up only to feed George and force myself to drink water.
I am still really cold in spurts and nauseous, but it is better. I ate a third of a muffin for dinner and drank more water, and hopefully I feel better tomorrow.
I don't know why I had to go through this on my last day of my twenties, but I felt peace knowing that it was for my good, however that may be.
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Catch Up Post
Several days ago I had another dream that felt similar to the one I last posted. It was much shorter, and all I was doing was walking throught my room after "waking up", but I distinctly remember that I wasn't wearing contacts, but somehow I could see everything with perfect clarity. It was cool.
We had a coupon and got KFC for dinner tonight, but I ordered about two times too much. I sat there after we ate, contemplating how the leftovers don't usually taste good the next day and wondering what I should do, when a thought popped into my mind. We have a neighborhood facebook page, and I felt a gentle prompting to post that we had extra food (5 or 6 pieces of chicken, 4 biscuits, an unopened thing of potatoes and gravy, and an extra coleslaw) to anyone who wanted it. Within five minutes our neighbor across the street claimed it.
Yeah, I would've eaten the leftovers, but it wouldn't have been as good, and we were happy to share. My neighbor asked if she could pay us, and I jokingly said she would owe me a favor, but I don't think I'll ever collect on it.
Between that and Womens Session of Conference, it was an uplifting evening. I am excited about General Conference next week...and turning 30 just after that! Woooooooo!
We had a coupon and got KFC for dinner tonight, but I ordered about two times too much. I sat there after we ate, contemplating how the leftovers don't usually taste good the next day and wondering what I should do, when a thought popped into my mind. We have a neighborhood facebook page, and I felt a gentle prompting to post that we had extra food (5 or 6 pieces of chicken, 4 biscuits, an unopened thing of potatoes and gravy, and an extra coleslaw) to anyone who wanted it. Within five minutes our neighbor across the street claimed it.
Yeah, I would've eaten the leftovers, but it wouldn't have been as good, and we were happy to share. My neighbor asked if she could pay us, and I jokingly said she would owe me a favor, but I don't think I'll ever collect on it.
Between that and Womens Session of Conference, it was an uplifting evening. I am excited about General Conference next week...and turning 30 just after that! Woooooooo!
Thursday, August 25, 2016
The Time is Now
I was taking an afternoon nap just now, because I haven't been getting a lot of sleep with school starting and the kids having a cold. The dream I had during my nap was...really interesting.
I was in the house and had just woken up (in my dream), and for some reason Lydia and George were the only ones awake in the house. And I heard Justin saying how proud he was of me for cleaning the house while he was gone, but I was so confused, because I had been "sleeping". When I got up (still in the dream), I realized that I didn't feel tired at all, that I really had cleaned, and the whole house had so much light and felt so much brighter.
When I woke up for real from the dream the immediate inundation of tiredness was so different from the feeling of just weightlessness I'd just been feeling. I guess I didn't realize how completely drained and exhausted I've felt lately.
When I was set apart to be a Relief Society Instructor, I was told that I would be able to accomplish the things that I desired more easily as I serve God in the home. That came to my mind just now well as I was pondering this dream. I think that all of the light in my dream - the brightness that was all throughout the house - might not have literally been sunlight.
It feel like it was the Light of Christ in our home taking the weight off of everything. It says in the scriptures that when the people of Alma had burdens too great that the Lord was able to remove their burdens from them, and that they were able to "bear their burdens with ease". I have the feeling that this is the same kind of miracle. I have the opportunity to lighten my burdens by serving the Lord in my home. I want to feel that feeling again - that joyous, weightless brightness. And I think God was telling me that now is the time.
I was in the house and had just woken up (in my dream), and for some reason Lydia and George were the only ones awake in the house. And I heard Justin saying how proud he was of me for cleaning the house while he was gone, but I was so confused, because I had been "sleeping". When I got up (still in the dream), I realized that I didn't feel tired at all, that I really had cleaned, and the whole house had so much light and felt so much brighter.
When I woke up for real from the dream the immediate inundation of tiredness was so different from the feeling of just weightlessness I'd just been feeling. I guess I didn't realize how completely drained and exhausted I've felt lately.
When I was set apart to be a Relief Society Instructor, I was told that I would be able to accomplish the things that I desired more easily as I serve God in the home. That came to my mind just now well as I was pondering this dream. I think that all of the light in my dream - the brightness that was all throughout the house - might not have literally been sunlight.
It feel like it was the Light of Christ in our home taking the weight off of everything. It says in the scriptures that when the people of Alma had burdens too great that the Lord was able to remove their burdens from them, and that they were able to "bear their burdens with ease". I have the feeling that this is the same kind of miracle. I have the opportunity to lighten my burdens by serving the Lord in my home. I want to feel that feeling again - that joyous, weightless brightness. And I think God was telling me that now is the time.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
A Church of Love
I have a few friends who are either homosexual or have decided to take up the banner in defending their cause. They ironically claim that the church is exclusive and hateful by lashing out in their own hateful ways.
It makes me so sad. The church is a church of love. Everything it does is because of the pure love of Christ.
But why are the children of a gay person not allowed to get baptized or hold the priesthood?
This is the most recent in a slew of attacks issued by acquaintances. It is my personal belief that the reason is love. It doesn't make sense to them, but take a step back and look at our whole reason for being on this earth: family.
The family unit is the singlemost important unit in this temporal frame. It makes perfect sense to me that God would give instruction to his Prophet to protect it as much as possible in a world that increasingly tries to tear families apart.
In that sense it becomes clear that making a child wait until they're an adult to be baptized or receive the priesthood is not an act of exclusion and hate - but an act meant to protect the wholeness of their family situation. It is meant to strengthen family ties, not ravage them. It is because of love.
This life is such a small part of eternity. It may seem difficult to have to wait for eternal ordinances once a child realizes they are good and true, but if the cost is alienating family...one half of who they are, I understand why God wants them to wait a few years. It's for their protection and the protection of the family.
I wanted to write my thoughts on this subject down before I forget it. I've been forgetting a lot of things lately...
It makes me so sad. The church is a church of love. Everything it does is because of the pure love of Christ.
But why are the children of a gay person not allowed to get baptized or hold the priesthood?
This is the most recent in a slew of attacks issued by acquaintances. It is my personal belief that the reason is love. It doesn't make sense to them, but take a step back and look at our whole reason for being on this earth: family.
The family unit is the singlemost important unit in this temporal frame. It makes perfect sense to me that God would give instruction to his Prophet to protect it as much as possible in a world that increasingly tries to tear families apart.
In that sense it becomes clear that making a child wait until they're an adult to be baptized or receive the priesthood is not an act of exclusion and hate - but an act meant to protect the wholeness of their family situation. It is meant to strengthen family ties, not ravage them. It is because of love.
This life is such a small part of eternity. It may seem difficult to have to wait for eternal ordinances once a child realizes they are good and true, but if the cost is alienating family...one half of who they are, I understand why God wants them to wait a few years. It's for their protection and the protection of the family.
I wanted to write my thoughts on this subject down before I forget it. I've been forgetting a lot of things lately...
Monday, August 1, 2016
New Calling, New Blessing
Yesterday I was called as a Relief Society Instructor and was also set apart. It was a good blessing. There were a few lines that really stuck out to me.
One part said that as I serve God in the home, I would have more time for my interests and personal hobbies as well as more time to be a good mother and wife.
It also said I touch some people and that my example would help them.
That's all I really remember, but I don't want to forget it, so there it is.
One part said that as I serve God in the home, I would have more time for my interests and personal hobbies as well as more time to be a good mother and wife.
It also said I touch some people and that my example would help them.
That's all I really remember, but I don't want to forget it, so there it is.
Friday, July 1, 2016
Lashing Out
I'm starting to notice that I am kind of mean to the people closest to me when I'm stressed out or frustrated. How can I get over this? I wasn't always this way...
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