Translation: In a shut mouth, flies cannot get in.
Interpretation: Sometimes silence is the best option.
Even though my mind has been really busy, none of it has seemed very blog-worthy, and no one wants to bore others on purpose. So here’s a brief report of the happenings around here lately:
- Matt is on his way home right now from finishing day two of the Bar exam. It was hard. He feels nervous. I gave him a hard time about “You’d better pass or I’m getting a nanny and going to Hawaii for two weeks to recover,” (because I’ve been single-parenting for so long while he’s done law school and studied for the test, and because I’m so supportive like that), but I know he really did his best and we just have to wait for fate to play itself out. I really am proud of him, regardless of the outcome.
- When it’s a school holiday and you are trying to keep your children under control so your husband can study, might I suggest driving an hour and a half to an indoor swimming place and letting them swim for FIVE hours? They will be so tired that they can’t even speak on the way home and then you simply have to tuck them into bed on arrival. Plus you get to sit in a chair and read books while you “supervise” them. (I fully admit that I have entered a new stage of life where my children are big enough to need minimal supervision. This would have never been possible in the last 8 years. I acknowledge the new-found blessing, and I embrace it.)
- I have been using MyJobChart.com for a few weeks and it has worked so well with my kids. I just want to mention how much it warmed my heart when Grant — the child I have been butting heads with lately– spent his very first hard-earned job points on “Mom time.” I still can’t believe it.
- Have you ever noticed that even though you complain a lot about something and even have small-scale tantrums about it, as soon as you make it a matter of prayer, progress is made, and then you feel like an idiot for complaining so much in the first place? Cases in point: 1. Boo hoo, poor me, I’m new and it’s hard to make friends. –> More people than I ever imagined signed up for my girls’ night out and made me feel like a rock star, plus some little doors cracked open and I’ve felt some positive opportunities for new friendships. 2. I’m annoyed with the school situation here. I wish I could find some better options for my boys. –> I got a phone call saying that they had both (literally) won the lottery and were accepted into a well-reputed charter school. 3. I feel a little “underwhelmed in the kingdom.” I miss teaching. –> I got an invitation to substitute for an Institute class at BYU and some random emails with loose invitations for possible speaking assignments. Common ingredient in all three “solutions”: prayer.
- I think I might have been marked in the pre-existence as “the one who will always have library fines.” I’m just faithful at fulfilling my destiny, that’s all.
- I am so sick of filling out medical history forms. Shouldn’t there be some big database out there for that? Kind of like ancestry.com, except it’s more like diseasesofyourancestors.com. I should really market that.
- Clark just came into the room singing about how happy he is. When I asked him why, he replied, “Grant said he’s going to run away because he hates me.” I’m so proud of the loving family I’ve raised. *shaking head*
See? Sometimes silence is the best option.