Sunday, November 13, 2011

phoning it in kinda

We were just discussing how Sunday seems very far from a day of rest.  My poor head... I can't blame it on my calling.  I'm a Young Women's president with 4 girls.  It's not that stressful, unless I make it stressful, but I didn't do that this week.  It's just tiring to keep the kids in check, make the smiles for everyone, all with reduced oxygen to the brain.

I may have a sinus infection.  But it's actually just awful sinus headaches without the crazy congestion and all that.  I've been using the neti pot like a fiend and I know I'd be seriously miserable, but I'm only moderately miserable because there is some evil creature living deep within my brain squishing my skull.  So the likelihood of any coherent speech here today is small.

Current brainings:  the cousins came to visit and we survived 5 kids under one roof.  Whoa.  Although I managed to handle things pretty well and I'm currently feeling slightly capable.  There is very little to no chance we'd ever have 5 of our own kids, but it was nice to know I can deal with it for extended period of time.

And now, because I'm terribly boring, here are some adorable pictures I snagged from my nephew's birthday that I did not attend.  No, I do not consider this blogging cheating.

First off - my brother's lovely family.

Mara, you are SUPER for sure!!

Next, my little brother Dallin, his gorgeous wife and his KID.  DALLIN HAS A KID.


Next, my mom.  I love her more than ice cream.

And my dad.  I think this picture is fabulous.

Happy Sabbath!


Jane said...

I want Mara to give me a party! She's fantastic.

Elizabeth said...

Everythings fun except for your headaches...sorry to hear about that! Hope you can get better soon!!

The Atomic Mom said...

The scriptures say, "Rest from YOUR Labors" not the Lord's labors. I too feel like Sundays are too much...sometimes. Hey Mormons, lets rest!

As for your might consider going to an ENT, if there is even such in Clown-town. You might have an infection way up in the parts of your sinuses that the neti-pot cannot reach, and that only a shot of reallly good anti-biotics can get.

HEAR YE. I need to document the fact that I ran 3 miles and didn't feel like death.  So just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I did...