at the midnight hour... more more.
Friday night, kids are in bed, jammies on, when the husband gets one of those calls. And the poor guy has to suit back up and go for the umpteenth time this week and help the masses. So I text Jane. She's married to my brother who was also called as a bishop last year, and she's my go-to when it all gets a bit much.
I WILL BE THE WARD NINJA.
And in the meantime, I'll blog. A few of the promised before and after pics of the TEN FREAKING YEARS.
I used to get my hairs did. And bought clothing that looked good on me. Now, I unashamedly care not for beans. And my main motivation in the clothing I buy is how much of this will keep me covered while I'm dragging one child through the store while another is on my hip, yanking at the neckline, chasing the third who is two aisles ahead of me, screaming for cupcakes and the potty.
Like I said, it's a good life. But completely unplanned. 24 year old me would be totally weirded out.