A Pretty Rock Makes a Great Birthday Present

My blogs are way too long. I hate long blogs. When I see one on someone else’s page I usually don’t want to read it. Three or four paragraphs are about the perfect length. But I have so much to say! I usually write a blog and then cut out about ¼ of it as it is. However, I’m going to try to keep them shorter and sweeter from now on.

Persistence and I are both sick. There is nothing longer than a Sunday afternoon when you stay home from Church. It’s my own fault really. I have all these Sunday rules that are supposed to promote spirituality. But really. Are they doing us any good when I end up screaming at the kids because they’re bored and driving me crazy! You can only read scriptures for so long.

There was a knock at the door at 2:00. It was a little neighbor boy inviting the kids to his birthday party that started 10 minutes ago. The kids start bouncing off the walls, “Can we go? Can we go? Please, Please, Please!!!” Without thinking I say yes and then as they’re running out the door the thought hits me, “Should a girl who stays home from Church because she's sick, really be going to a birthday party? Are birthday parties at all conducive to keeping the Sabbath day Holy?” No and no. At that point I was so frustrated with them (or myself) that I would have dropped them off at the nearest amusement park just to get rid of them, “Here’s 50 bucks. Don’t talk to strangers and don’t forget, you’re not old enough to buy beer and cigarettes,” so off they went. And off I went for a nap.


Ever have a good laugh with a one year old? Lovely thought this was as funny as I did! I guess you had to be there.