The perfect family.

Growing up in the LDS church, every Sunday we went tochurch. There was this family in our ward that came to church and they were the perfect family. Every one of them had their hair comb, girls hair done, wore matching outfits, sat up straight, kind and gentle to one another...on and on...So, this is my idea of the "perfect" family. Perfect kids, never talk back, mom always looking her best, dad smiling and so on. Louie and I did not start off in the "normal" way. The song says first comes love..(ok that happened), then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage....um... reverse those two and then you have us. So maybe that is why"perfect" seems so far away....right? Well, now perfecrt has changed to me. As I am now older and I have multiple children and husband with a hip replacement..our "perfect"would go like this: Everyone getting up and 3 out of 5 would have their hair...decent. Clothes would be somewhat right. Shoes on at least. There would be less then 3 unkind remakes made to one another( per child), and everyone would be less grouchy to help out. They would pick up their own things and I would not have to remind them more then twice to do it. Boy that just sounds like bliss! Now, if you know me then you know I write this with humor. To some, this might sound like I have low expectations. No.... I just have realistic ones. To others it might sound like high expectations, to which I say, WELCOME TO MY CLUB! First I DO love our children. Second I AM grateful for the opportunity to be a mother. The reason I write this is because today, I forgot that. Our family had a bad night, mostly my fault. I yelled and yelled and yelled at our kids. I let myself go beyond the realistic "perfect" and think that I needed the "perfect" family of my youth. I thought that: (say this is your most perfect voice)"OH! we are going to go to the temple and see the lights and walk the mall and feel the Spirit of Christmas. The kids are just going to LOVE this!" And they might have liked it, but loved, not so much. So when MY expectations were not met, I had a ...dare I say.... personality shift.( Yes that sounds nice) So as I write this, all the kids are mad, hurt orscared of me, my husband is thinking that I might need an exorcism, and I wish that I had a time machine to go back and redo. So there you have it. I hate that I let that stupid thought into my head today. I hate that I lost control and expected my family to know my expectations. Tomorrow has got to be better then this....

This month events

This month has consisted of:
Louie's surgery
Louie's doctor appointments
Louie's blood checks
Louie's physical therapy

That about sums it up...
I feel grateful that I have been sustained this last month. I feel grateful that I have been able to be there for my husband. I am grateful that I want to be there for him. This last month has gone by fast and has really brought our family closer together. That is ALWAYS a blessing.