ok... first off. Amanda, please don't kill me for posting this AWESOME picture.... but!! I have to explain how my day went today and this picture is just how I felt....

Stephen got a call last night to pick up some OT and pick up a prisoner in Monticello... So, I was already stressed out that I had to go to church all by myself. Yes, I know, it's tragic.

So, this morning I was franticly getting the kiddos ready... then decided to be a little late because the thought of me trying to keep all four quiet in sacrament... made me throw up a little. So, I "happily" get the kids ready and out the door at 10:40. I was pretty proud of myself actually that we made it at all.... well, we get to church and go to the chapel... it's empty. I was totally confused. I texted Stephen and asked what time church starts... he just replied " are you crazy?" and told me it started at 11:00. I about cried. I had no snacks-no books-no nothing. I was a total space case and now I had to sit through all of Sacrament without a thing to keep them occupied... (moms with little ones will feel my pain...) I ran to the library and got some crayons and paper and crossed my fingers. I had to leave in the middle of it because Av was being a pill... and the baby was REALLY ready for a nap.

While out there I was looking at a calendar and realized that TODAY was our Anniversary. Again... I about cried. That's the THIRD year in a row we have forgotten about it... I am losing my mind. Seriously.

So, moral of the story... I have the mind of a three year old. And the memory of a Popsicle stick.

And I am PROUD OF IT!


ok. not really.