I know it's technically Friday but I've been up cleaning my kitchen floor for the first time since the crazy Christmas break.

I am thankful for the realization that I CANNOT do it all. It is impossible. This is finally starting to sink into my perfectionist brain.

I am thankful for a new calling into the cub scouts as a wolf leader. I love the boys and I am excited to have some time with Max without my other kids.

Last of all, my little princess...isn't she the sweetest?

Christmas Aftermath

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas! Ours was great...lots of family and good food and happy children playing with their new presents. I am exhausted, I went to bed last night at 9:30, which is really early for me, woke up by 8:30am and I am still tired. Oh well, today feels like one of those lazy type of days anyway! I plan on alternating playing with my kids and the new toys (especially Rockband!) and cleaning my house which is in shambles. I will post Christmas pics when I find my camera cord! Have a relaxing, lazy day!

A special Thankful Thursday....on a Friday.

I love the convenience of shopping for Christmas presents online late at night in my jammies.

My sister, a.k.a. RaRa, for watching my kids while I was at a long dentist appointment and for treating my kids like her own.

My neighbor, Wendy for always bringing me a treat and lending me her stuff.

I Really Lived

I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
*I want to drive up in a station wagon with mud on the wheels from taking the kids to scout camp.
*I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children.
*I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.
*I want to be be there with sticky children's kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
*I want the Lord to know that I was really here and that I really lived.

~By Sister Marjorie Pay Hinckley