January 11th-January 16th

Cheerleading love from somewhere in that week. I included this screen grab from a video to show that it was a tough season a lot of times. The girls work hard and stunting can be dangerous and I’m so proud of them for pushing through the embarrassing and scary moments and working hard. 

Delaney got her new ballet bag from sissy for her birthday. ❤️

Ok, this is kind of funny and kind of embarrassing. I had just been drinking some fiber because my tummy hurt because I hadn’t had a bm in a few days. 🤣 And then we played jackbox for a family night activity and I was the sneak, which means everyone else answers a different question than I answer and I try to play it off like I’m a regular like them and they try to figure out the sneak. So I copied Matt’s annswer which was like, 2, or something, annd then immediately they knew it was me. 🤣🙃🤣

So January 11th was the day after our. If conference and I was exhausted, but it was my last relief society Sunday and I really wanted to make a visit. So I went to LP and Pax because I could not make myself drive anywhere. In my journal I wrote “still riding yesterday’s high.” I was pooped, but happy. And I hadn’t poopef, and I was still happy. 🤣

I met with Lana on the 12th since she’s the new relief society President in LP. She’s so wonderful and knows what she’s doing. It was a weird limbo I was in as I always talk to my presidents about how my presidency operates, but really that didn’t make sense in the case of the 2 presidents i oriented that last month. 🤷‍♀️ I also de-christmassed all day because of our visitors coming that week. In my journal I wrote “no sleep till Brooklyn, I’ll rest after the 25th.” 

I skipped Inklings on Tuesday because I was exhausted. In my journal I wrote “I am so tired. I know I’m so blessed, but so tired.” I know I keep saying it, but I was real real busy. Wrapping up the holidays, the regions conference, my calling I love, catching up on all the things, phew, I’m so glad I’m happily blogging away in my nice clean house and only reliving these weeks in the telling. 

So as I was taking down my outside garland I was being lazy and just grabbed a stool from my kitchen and not the step ladder like I should have. And I scraped the crap out of my face. 

I stepped up on the stool and as I was hoisting myself up I scraped right along the edge of our (who knew it was so sharp?) outside light. 

I gently washed it and cried a little because a) it stung b) why wasn’t anyone there to help me (big emotions!) and c) it was so ridiculous. 

I had to share my stupidity so I updated the crew each day on the progress of my playground scratches. But then the worst thing was that *no one* asked about it. I thought that was the weirdest thing. 🤷‍♀️ Zoom meetings, basketball games, church and Sunday meetings, I mean I don’t expect a stranger at the store to ask me, but even friends. My crew did as soon as they got home. And by that point I’d kind of forgotten about it and then they’d be like “wow! What happened to you?!” Anyways, super fun. 

It’s so ridiculous and scary and sometimes you just have to laugh. This was after the poor woman gave him her Nobel Peace necklace and he gave her nothing. 🙄🤣🙄 I sent it to my siblings as all my brothers participated in many a pinewood derby. 

The rest of the week was more of the same. I wrote in my journal “how busy I’ve been is really preparing me to be released. Heavenly Father is answering my prayers.” 

On the 16th I wrote “Phew! I got it all done - the house de-christmased and deep cleaned in 5 days. Plus a draft for our ward council training and a little work on my almost done talk. Frankie’s basketball game tonight and then the Seagrove’s came to town. Yay!”