Friday, March 21, 2014

Friday Letters



got at least a part of all of us in the picture.

Dear Children, I have loved having you with me this week. We had so much fun. Some who shall remain unnamed are extremely gassy in their sleep. I'm talking like a deadly level here. Dear Road Trip, all seven kids did so awesome, with plenty of preparation on my part of course. But still it was actually fun to be together for so long with nothing getting in our way. I'm sure the kids thought we were awesome when we made all 7 of them 13 to 6 do jumping jacks and high stepping and running in circles in the parking lot of the hotel before getting in the car. Ha. It was a good trip. Even if I was crumpled into a ball the entire time in the middle seat of the front. Dear Spring Break, we were able to drive to Flagstaff and visit Bearizona, which was awesome, I highly recommend, almost get blown away by the cold wind at the petrified forest-painted desert, ride the train to the Grand Canyon, which was awesome. And relax in the indoor pool/hot tub at the hotel. Not knowing it even had an indoor swimming pool trying to find the cheapest swimming attire at Walmart was...interesting. Good for our budget we didn't go to Target. Overall it was a great trip. We had a lot of fun. Dear House, I hate coming home to a messy house. I hate living in a messy house. I would like to spend the weekend spring cleaning. I can wish. Dear Surgery, for carpal tunnel. I had Will cut my stitches out. Ahhh. There is still pain obviously, but overall two weeks out it is a success. And I have not taken it easy on it, let me tell you. I'm sure it would be feeling so much better if I hadn't overdone it the last week and also if I hadn't fallen on it right after surgery. Hope I didn't ruin anything. I...forgot...to mention that to the Dr. Dear S, Will's Mother. I believe it will be three years since you passed on. I love hearing Will and the kids talk about you. I wish I could have known you. Thank You for the boy you raised. Dear Will, I love it when we get to be together. I hope someday we can go somewhere just the two of us. Not this year! But I am still grateful that you come home to me every day and I get to lay next to you in bed every night. Thank you for loving our family. Dear Self, I have pushed it to the limit this last while. I wish I could be myself again because I am just not content with my abilities right now. I want to do so much more and not feel guilty for being less than I used to be. I'm still working on that.