Silence

So, I thought I would post something lovely on Mother's Day. I thought I would reflect on what the last almost-nine months have meant to me, how they've changed me, etc. I was sure I'd have something profound to say about love and service...and, well, I was just too tired.

Which I think is humorously appropriate.

I was up with Jane at 6 on Mother's Day, she mostly played while I got things ready for church--the primary children where singing in Sacrament Meeting and I had a few things to get ready for that, plus preparing for regular singing time, plus an extra singing time since all the women were leaving primary to go to "big kid church." And I had to prepare my lesson. And I left for choir at 11:15, but had to get Jane ready to go and put her down for her nap so Eric could stay home (he had a final Monday morning, so he studied nearly all of Mother's Day) without taking care of Jane.

All this was after a marathon Saturday--fun, but long. Again, mostly church related activities and preparation.


phew...I'm still tired. Don't I look tired? It's not just the Longhorn orange wiping me out, either.