I awoke this morning to realize that we are now half way through November. What? Was it not Halloween just a few winks ago? I have come to realize that the busier life gets, the quicker it goes by. Life for me has been running non stop. Almost everynight we have some sort of activity, meeting, obligation, class or whatever. Life is going by so fast, that I feel like I blink and it is over.
Well, except for yesterday at church. Our hour long sacrament meeting felt like a 3 hour meeting and I was extremely tired. In defense, the speakers were great, fantastic, I am printing up today President Benson's talk on Pride, but it was a combination of feeling extremely exhausted and handling Shae all by myself. Do you think the Bishop would have minded if I would have layed down on the bench? Is that offensive? I promise not to do it until after the Sacrament. Where's the mercy? I can hear some of you grumble, "You only have 1 kid, what's so hard about that?" You are right! She's not that tough, I just felt like someone slapped my with the tired stick and I was done.
Alas, I find it ironic how 2 weeks flashed by like a lightning bolt and yet, there are still moments in our lives where the world comes utterly to a stop. Why is that? Why can't the sweet things in life come to a slower pace and the sad just fly on by like a comet in the sky? Oh, great, now I am getting poetic. Isaiah must be rubbing off on me! What day is it? Oh yes, Monday! Now that explains this post!
Have a good one!