The first 2 years after the twins were born life was HARD at times. So intense with babies crying and who knows what Maz was doing, I turned to my blog and wrote and wrote and wrote. I think it was extremely therapeutic. When I had a hard day- I wrote about it. And I found some positivity things about the day amid writing of all the awful things that went on too. I think I need to start doing that agin. It seems like everyday i s a hard day for me, for the kids, for Casey. And this time it's hard for 7 people instead of like 1 before. It's all the hardness back in those years plus cooking way more, cleaning way more, fighting way more, patience divided between so many little kids way more, bills way more, uncertain future way more, just so much more and it seems like it's caving in on me now.
So blog, now I turn to thee for some therapy.
Let's talk about Home Church. We are on week 9:
Yes Come Follow me was 1000% heaven directed, its has made the transition so much more seamless. It was cute at first, and slowly each week got worse and worse and worse- ever declining and that's been really hard. Hard because "church" isn't necessarily something go look forward to now. Hard because others around me say it's the best part of their week and so amazing with their family and beautiful and wonderful and I'm over here yelling at the kids just be still for 10 minutes out of their whole week. Instead there's crying, someone won't get properly dressed, they want to be on the overboard regardless of my threatening them, Summer screams to get down and wrecks the Sacrament bread and water, Easton wonders on and off the couch, in and out of the room the entire time. It's just another thing for me to fight my kids on.
How schooling went:
At first yes it was cute and the kids were eager to do it at home and listen and be good, and then, just like church, it gradually fell apart. Quinn crying that he hated coloring, Max insisting that all he do was listen to books being read to him or play games on the computer- don't you dare ask for him to write on paper with real words, it will be the end of the world. Easton wants to have some type of schoolwork too- crying at my side. And don't for get the almost 1 year old vying for my attention too
That's as far as I am getting...people are whining for me
