Ummm... Happy Birthday?

This is the text I get from the birthday girl yesterday: "Hey kids when you go to make your mom breakfast how about putting cereal in her favorite bowl, cause she is going to have to clean up after anyway. Cereal is easy. Egg, orange julius and toast is not.

I laughed,I called we talked. Her birthday wasn't really that funny as she was making dinner before all star practice. Moms don't catch a break.

My break has been filled with not wanting to shower or fix my hair, calling a rats nest unbrushed hair in a pony an "up do",  hoping the breakfast/lunch in the park keeps my kids fed, reading too much, not wanting to get out of bed, not wanting to stay in bed, wiping day old mascara from under my eyes and calling it eyeliner and wondering how 3 not fully grown kids make such a big mess and why NO ONE will flush.

What would I do if I stayed home all the time? I am sick of my self already and it is only week 3

Men, me, Priethood, and mommydom

The blessings of the Lord are offered to the Saints and to the world through the ministrations of those who hold his holy priesthood, who represent him, who are in fact his SERVANTS and agents and are willing to serve him and keep his commandments.¹²

 This quote came out of the lesson manual that was one of three that struck me about the Priesthood. In the wave of sisters who are struggling to find themselves and their rightful place in the gospel that also feels right, I am struck with a surety of what I DO feel and DO know.
I know being a mom is THE hands=down toughest job in the world. It is also the best-so I am told. I think for some of us that comes in retrospect.

 I think that is why satan makes it seem like the least. Cause anyone can be a mom ... we're born to be one, so it must not be important. I don't know where being born able to do something makes it not worthy to be had. I feel like I serve so much, and sacrifice so much and work on being more like God by being a mom so much, that I don't want to take on any other duty besides the callings I get on the side.
I feel it, know it. that my job as a mother is just as important as that of my husband as he uses the priesthood. I don't feel diminished or less than because I have to ask him to give a blessing to my children. I am the one they naturally go to,need want, and tell things to. My poor husband doesn't get that. He doesn't understand it 1/2 the time. He can't; he isn't a woman. His priesthood serves as a way to better be like God as my motherhood does me.

I can just see it; since I do all the motherhood duties, and if women are allowed to the priesthood, what will my husband have to do? Nothing. Because,  many of us have to deal with inequality in our homes and getting more authority doesn't mean the other person will step into the jobs you don't have the time for. They will often either go undone, or women will do more. Since I work out of the home and then go to my home and work, my hubby's job seems to end at the door, that is inequality. Maybe we should be fighting first for men to do 1/2 of motherhood too. Some says that fatherhood and motherhood are equal so priesthood is the bonus we as women don't get- nope. Fatherhood duties have often been seen as optional. where as motherhood duties can't seem to be dismissed by a mother as easily. Fatherhood +the priesthood = motherhood responsibilities. Even then, I am not so sure.
 Being a mom is hard...
it only gets harder when you have to defend yourself.
so signing off n the subject 'cause I know what I know.

Good night Gracie

An Engineer to the Rescue?

For the three people who read about my life and maybe find it interesting I have more to document about our water pipe breaking from last September. Recapping: we had weird smells in the front room. Then found the carpet totally soaked, water was RUNNING down a crack near the west wall. We were without water for 6 weeks because the plumber we hired (family) had more  jobs "in line in front of us" (bull just more lucrative) 90% water redo and a call to a contractor. He advised us to wait the winter out for "settling of the dust" so to speak.
I put it off for 2 months when it got warm. I just didn't want to hear that the insurance company was weaseling out of fixing things that were wrong. But I put on my big girl panties and got the ball rolling.

Contractor came back out and did a recap. FINALLY got in touch with the head insurance adjuster when I told him our front door wasn't shutting anymore. It would just bang on the frame and bounce open.
We replace the door, but it is still 20% unfixed. Like all projects around here.
The insurance company sent an engineer out yesterday. He spent 5 hours walking around our house and taking pictures. He kept asking me questions in a way that made me feel like he didn't believe that we have never had damage in the house before. We haven't. He finally left around 7 and the only piece of info that I could get out of him was that he has seen worse and they probably won't total out the house.
I don't know if I feel sad or relieved.

When you only have one sock it is going to be a bad day

Two days ago Mr Darcy ranted that I never do laundry. Never? really, I wonder then what are the piles of things that people have yet to dig through, fold or gotten rid of out of my Laundry Room. because frankly, they are taking up some serious space.

Today, he could only find one sock. One. I remembered that I didn't do whites on Monday like usual, but I did last week. How could the man with 3 weeks worth of socks only have one sock?

I don't know either and he left mad for work. I have yet to look through two couches of clean unfolded laundry to find the mate- an hour after he has gone to work. Just not worth saying I told you so to a sleeping house.

I am slightly curious if he has one one sock only to make a point or if he wore church socks to work. If I text him the results could be disastrous.