After church we come home to a messy house (compliments of NOT cleaning Sunday morning and late Saturday night) and I run and get dinner ready. Then, we eat as a family which usually includes a screaming session by Tabitha because she didn't get a nap... But, we're used to it, so we continue on. We also get to hear about what the kids learned in class. Tally learned about marriage in the temple. Bergen apparently learned nothing. I'm wondering now...he used to tell us every detail, but he's had a sub for a few weeks and now all I get is "no mom, we didn't talk about ANYTHING" hmmm....
Then, kids in bed at 7:30 (miracle hour) and it's just Svend and me...and Brooklyn. It's so nice just to have a quiet evening, with kids hiding on the stairs or whatever, with Svend. It's nice to have a day where I don't worry about things in my life. Where I look at other's in our ward and wonder how they make it each day through their trials. How are they holding up? I forget about my own problems for the day and try to think about others. Something new is that we've been skype-ing my little brother in Afganistan. What a GREAT Sunday morning treat! He is such a Valient young man. It is wonderful to stop concentrating on my self-centered little world and to look at others. I have all week to fret and moan over our stuff, but on Sunday I remember to look outward and try to remember that all week.
Love Sundays.
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