These pictures are of Halloween, Great Wolf Lodge (Williamsburg, VA),
snow in NC in December (!?), and our sweet Christmas elf.
With the arrival of baby Elaine, my workload seems to have quadrupled. I find myself wondering in my 30 minutes of free time whether to shower and brush my teeth or to sleep. Life has gotten busy enough that I have found it necessary to prioritize things that came to me so easily before. Our house is rarely clean, laundry is a mountain, and it seems that everybody needs me. The result: a sulky me feeling unappreciated.
I read this in the Ensign today and I thought I might share it with all of you who also might feel unappreciated once in awhile ... or, every day.
Women should be women and not babies that need petting and correction all the time. I know we like to be appreciated but if we do not get all the appreciation which we think is our due, what matters?We know the Lord has laid high responsibility upon us, and there is not a wish or a desire that the Lord has implanted in our hearts in righteousness but will be realized, and the greatest good we can do to ourselves and each other is to refine and cultivate ourselves in everything that is good and ennoblingto qualify us for those responsibilities. -Eliza R. Snow (Quoted my Julie B. Beck)
That was exactly what I needed to hear. Nobody knows the sacrifices and the difficulties I have every day, but nobody needs to. The Lord knows and He is making me into what I need to be through my efforts, my struggles, and my faith. My responsibilities, although they might feel heavy at times, are mine to bear and to value. I am thankful for the respobsiblities that I have. They are where I have found my greatest happiness.
After waiting a week after my due date, we welcomed a planned induction. She was still the smallest baby we've had and looks so tiny to us. There are a few things I've learned in the week and a half since she's been born:
3 children feel like about 10 children a lot of the time
oatmeal can clog up a toilet
people who are willing to bring food to us are truly lifesavers
a 3-year old who is being ignored will find interesting and sometimes destructive things to entertain herself, like coloring with crayons on our bathtub
if i'm sleep deprived enough, i can get drenched from spit up in the middle of the night and roll over and go back to sleep - wet
an 8-year old feels the changes of a newborn baby as much as a 3-year old does - and he's going to show it
there's no way i could do this by myself. i'm going to be more proactive in helping other people when they need it from now on. people who help - not just offer - have been angels to me the past week or so
a husband who is a bishop and who owns his own business is seldom home, even with a new baby, and even if he wants to be. this makes both of us stronger (darn it)
elaine is a sweet, sweet blessing and we all love her to pieces.