I Think God is Trying to Teach me Something.

Jesse and I have what several people have called a "strange relationship." We almost never disagree on the important stuff, yet we manage to argue about stupid mundane stuff all the time. Last month when we were in Utah Jesse made a comment that he wondered when they would rebuild the Ogden temple. I of course told him that they would never rebuild a temple. It seemed irreverent to even suggest it in my mind. We argued back and forth for a while. A week or two after we returned home Jesse sent me an email with an article from the church. They had announced that they were rebuilding the Ogden Temple. Of course, they aren't actually tearing it down, just rebuilding the outside to make it look less spaceship-y.

Then on Thursday we went to the beach. I saw a sign showing the tsunami evacuation route, laughed, and said, "Ya right, like a tsunami would ever hit Southern California." Of course that one started a debate. Well, wouldn't you know it, just two days later that very beach is on tsunami watch.

So as I see it, there are two possible lessons to be gleaned here. One, I need to learn to stop arguing with my husband on the dumb little things. Or two, I need to get better at doing research to prove my side of the argument. I'm tempted to go with number 2.

You know what's really fun?

When you are up at 10:30 at night watching crappy shows on your computer because your three-year-old is on the couch still not asleep and you walk into the kitchen and step in a puddle. Then when you look down you see three little poops and realize that you did not just step in water. And even worse, the culprit is laying bare butt naked on your couch and has clearly not had his butt wiped.

Yep, its been one of those nights. Earlier Jesse came down to tell him goodnight, and he screamed, "Daddy go bed!" and pointed upstairs. Then when I went to turn him on a new show (because I'm at the point of letting him watch TV to fall asleep, because at least then he actually goes to sleep eventually) and he yelled at me, "Get back on 'puter!" Clearly we need to establish who is in charge here.

I did get several cute pictures of him tonight though. They all look like this. Someday I'll get payback.

10 things I won't miss about working

With Jesse leaving, I can't work anymore. I've only been a working mom since September, but much to my surprise I've loved it! I'm really fortunate to have a job that I actually enjoy, and I get to work at night and on weekends so I don't have to put my kids in daycare or anything. So, here is a list of 10 things that I won't miss about working...

10: Missing stuff because I couldn't get the night off work.
9: Coming home to find that Lincoln took 173 pictures like this while I was gone.

8: When a customer asks if we carry something, and when I tell them no they stand there and stare at me like its going to change my answer. Seriously, you'd be shocked how often people do that.
7: Having to listen to coworker drama. Seriously, I don't care that you filed a restraining order against your husband last week and you are back together now.
6: Leaving the house with my kids crying, or worse when they see me put on a red shirt and start crying.
5: Dealing with ornery or rude customers.
4: Getting off work at midnight, taking 2 hours to wind down enough to sleep, then geting up with the kids at 6 or 7 and taking care of them all day until I go to work again that night.
3: Having to go to work on nights that I just really want to sit at home and do nothing.
2: Coming home to find pictures like this (yes that is blood)

1: Missing out on time with my kids.

Resolution Fail

OK, so my resolution thing didn't work out so well. I've taken an almost 2 week break from blogging. Really, that isn't very long, except than less than a month ago I made a goal to blog every day. I lasted about two weeks, half of which I was on vacation. Epic fail. But, I have a good reason. We found out that Jesse is leaving in March to go to Afghanistan for a year. Blogging just didn't seem like as much of a priority after that, besides which I wasn't really in a cheerful mood after that news.