Final Judgment

I have a thought on the final judgment.

Basically after we die our good and bad deeds are measured against each other. Right? Well, this is the very dumbed down kind of explanation. There's obviously a whole lot more, including the fact we couldn't do any of it without Jesus's atonement, even if we were nearly perfect.

That being said...

I think parenthood may be Heavenly Father's way of insuring that he gets as many people back as possible, because it is tough.

Even the most impatient parent who lets their children live deserves sainthood.

Even those of us who send kids to their rooms, not because they were doing anything bad, simply because we need a moment of quiet deserve sainthood!

Everyday that I'm around my children I deserve sainthood!

Mothers of boys DESERVE SAINTHOOD!!!

I'm pretty sure we are given this opportunity to make sure that no matter what else we do in life, the good outweighs the bad.

Everyday of parenting just gives me a small leg up on the bad things I've done. (Now for that bank I've been meaning to rob...)

Yay Procrastination!

I didn't even bother to look at my homework until last night at about 9. When I did, what did I find?

Ooh I only have two major midterms, a major math assignment and 2 outlines all due today. The first test is my very first class, so I haven't even had time to study.

Awesome.

I'm so on top of things!!!!

Way to go me.

Sweet Justice

A few nights ago, Kyle and I had a fight. Not an honest to goodness someone-is-wrong-someone-is-right kind off fight. It was just a stupid little thing. I wanted him to turn off all the lights in the house and get us a snack from the kitchen. He thought I should do it. (Not to try to sway anyone to my side here, but WHO is six months pregnant with a back that screams everytime I so much as laugh? Yeah, I thought so)

Anyway, we went on and on over who was gonna shut the house down before bed. I finally told him I was just not going to do it. Well, if you've ever used this kind of definite shut down, you know it doesn't go over very well. He decided a compromise would be best.

I thought his compromise was stupid, but workable.

The compromise was he would go downstairs, get the snack, and turn off all lower level lights. My job was to turn off the lights upstairs. The reason I thought this was silly was that he was going to pass right by my switches twice: once on the way down, once on the way back. But sometimes, you just have to do rediculous things.

Off Kyle tramps downstairs. Unhappily, I push my gigantic bum out of bed. I turn off the bathroom and hallway light. Kyle turns everything off downstairs and heads back up to bed. Well all the lights in the house are now off and he can't see a thing. He trips over a laundry basket and ends up hurt on the floor.

I, of course, good wife that I am, hold in my giggles till I'm sure he's okay. I even wait till he's in bed and has had a few minutes to recover. I ask, "is it okay to laugh yet?"

"Not yet."

I manage to hold it in for about another 30 seconds.

Not quite an I-told-you-so moment. I thought it was even better. It was instead sweet justice. Karma.

Whatever you call it. It made my night.

Texas Again

UGH! Kyle left town again today. It blows. You know how sometimes you look forward to your spouse leaving if only because you can go to sleep at 7 PM and not feel guilty? Well, I thought maybe it would be a good time to catch up on sleep and laundry. He's been gone about 8 hours and I just want him to come home!! Because he's in Texas the latest we talk at night is 7 or 8. Then I have till I fall asleep to remember that I'm lonely and don't get to cuddle him. If ever you forget how much you love your spouse, just send them out of town. It will quickly remind you.

13

Being pregnant for the third time is very different than being pregnant with a first or even second child. For one thing, I barely notice the weeks tick by. I know I am 22 weeks pregnant, or a nice round 5 months, but that doesn't really concern me a whole lot. Levi will come out when he's good and cooked. No, I don't count in weeks anymore... I count in pounds.
13 pounds so far.
There is a way to figure out if I'm on track or gaining too much weight. For the first 1-12 weeks you're supposed to gain between 0 and 5 pounds. Starting at 13 weeks you can gain a pound a week and still be optimistic. According to this I could be 14 pounds and still not call myself out of control. YAY!!!! 1 pound under is still a win!
Sure, I'm not the lightest pregnant woman on the face of the earth... I am on track to hit the top of the weight requirements. It's still an improvement! Having gained 40 pounds back to back for Adam and Caleb, I know I can safely go all the way up to 175 before adding tiger stripes to my already decorated hide. Mind you... I don't intend to get up there...
On a related note, I watched Kendra last night. She's one of Hugh Hefner's ex-girlfriends. She moved out, got her own show, got married and had a baby. Last night she was sad about her weight and got depressed about how much she is still carrying from her baby. She talked about wanting to be sexy for her husband and such. It was so sad! I'm not gonna lie, my face leaked just a wee bit. I know it's silly, but I totally feel her pain. Your spouse can tell you you're hot all they want... you've seen the changes, and they are not for the best! (small exception is the great baby feeders sprouting from your chest.)
I love my kids. And I love baby making. (Practicing, growing them, feeling them kick, the whole works!) But sometimes it's freaking hard! Why do I have to be ugly just to have a baby?!?!
I could deal with the big belly. But really now! The fat arms, the ankle-less legs, the teenager skin? Is ALL of it necessary?

Daylight Savings

Daylight Savings is hard on a little dude. Great for parents... hard for kids. Our boys have been waking up consistently at 6:30 AM the past 2 or so weeks. Daylight Savings is gonna put them right and give me my extra sleep. Hooray!
This picture is after church yesterday. Caleb has a hard time on Sundays since church moved to 1. It is right during nap time. Occasionally he falls asleep in nursery, either on someone's lap or just on the floor.
After church, Adam came upstairs to watch TV with me and fell asleep in 2 minutes. I texted Kyle cause it was so rare that it made us laugh. He asked "Do you have Teens too?" (Caleb is teens BTW. Sort of an ironic ode to his cheeks.) I said, "No! I thought you had him!" This is how we found him. I honestly am not sure how he is balancing . He seems to be more off the chair than on it.

Taxes Part Deux

So, I finally sat down to finish my taxes today. I had everything. Kyle had a few forms from work that took me a while to get my hands on and I had a form at my parent's house that I couldn't seem to remember to get whenever I was over there.
Here it was, all together, for my taxing delight (or misery) I sit down, put in all the information, and send it away to the evil minions of the IRS.
I call Kyle and tell him about our refund. He says "why did it go down? You had already entered the forms I sent you."
OOPS
From filing to amending in less than an hour... this is why I HATE taxes!