1-15-12

I don’t think I’ve gotten the chance to enjoy our 11am church except for once because I keep having meetings every Sunday morning. This morning I had a meeting at 8:30 am for Ward Council which I don’t typically have to go to but the YW Pres was out of town so I had to cover since I’m the 1st Counselor. I had a 9 am board meeting last week and I have another 9 am meeting next week to finish planning New Beginnings at the end of this month. I hate mornings, and so many people like them. I hate hate hate having to be somewhere before 10 am. I just find it to be painful. Yesterday at the bridal shower I was listening to all the moms talk about their children that wake up every day around 6 am. My kids have never woken up that early, and I am totally appreciative of that. I thought 7 am was early. They occasionally stumble in my room at 7 but they typically don’t wake up until at least after 7:30. And if Teags does come in that early he’ll usually fall back to sleep in bed with me. Anyway, I also had a meeting after church today with my advisors and class presidency to plan activities through the end of March. There is also a meeting after church next Sunday, but I just can’t go to two meetings again, so I might just bail on that because it gets in the way with dinner at my parents. I shouldn’t complain – it would be much worse if I were the YW’s President, so I should be grateful. I’m just not a morning person, and that is my downfall. I blame it on my mother.

After my meeting I came home and got ready to go to my parents’ house. They hadn’t seen the boys for a couple weeks since my dad was sick last week. My brother Adam was also in town from North Dakota, and it was his fiance’s son’s birthday today so we celebrated that at my parents’ house as well. Adam is going to work in Vernal, UT for a couple months, and he’s hoping to find a permanent job there instead of where he’s at in North Dakota. It’s so far away and the city that he works in is small and dumpy and Amber doesn’t want to live there. Vernal is a much better place for them, so hopefully they can stay there and be 8 hours away instead of 20. Anyway, we hung out with my fam for a couple hours. Easton was playing in the backyard and swung a golf club at the golf ball. The golf club came apart leaving the handle in Easton’s hand and the rest of the club went right through the dining room window. We heard a loud crashing of glass and ran over to see Easton crying in disbelief and fear that he was going to get in big trouble.  But he’s a grandchild. My dad gave him a dollar to stop crying. Easton broke the window, and my dad paid him. What does that tell you? Ok, so he did freak out a little at first as he watched the club go through the window, but then he realized it wasn’t Easton’s fault and that he didn’t do it on purpose and felt bad for getting upset.  Now there is a big hole in the window that they will need to get fixed. If we had done it as children it would have been a whole different story. The kids throw tantrums and my dad says, “I’ll give you a surprise if you stop crying.” When we were kids and threw tantrums, he’d say, “You want to cry? I’ll give you a reason to cry.” Not that he ever beat us :). It was always more of a threat. It’s just so different with his grandchildren. All of his parenting skills go down the toilet, and his motto is “Give them whatever makes them happy, whether they are being good or not.” I suppose that’s what grandparents are for.

Easton is off school tomorrow, and we don’t have any plans for the day. Jacob is still going to go in to work, but he might decide to cut his day short depending on if the people that he needs to talk to are working tomorrow. He deals with a lot of human resource departments, so if they’re shut down for the day, there isn’t a lot he can do. Hopefully we will find something fun to do for the day.