Soooo tired

I sent the boys to church early to save us a darn pew.  15 minutes before church starts and all the pews are reserved...drives me crazy that no matter how early we get to church it seems like we can never get a pew anymore.
So, 40 minutes before church starts I sent the boys off with the iPad to play with to save us a spot.  (This used to be Bucky's job, since he had to be there for meetings anyway...of course there were always the people who just sit on top of your stuff anyway...I have mixed feelings about this since I have been on both ends of it...how about they just make the chapel bigger? Problem solved.)

Anyway, Mr. Jumping Bean (7) had been up since....oh, 6:45, so he had no problem getting ready to go.

As soon as the meeting starts, Jumping Bean looks at me and says, in a rather unquiet voice, "I am sooooo tired. Did you bring my bed?"
"Umm, no," I whisper back.
"Did you bring Jelly Bean's bed?"
"No..."

I must lie on this bench and take up all of the room...

"Can I use Cocoa's blanket?"
Please just stop talking...Of course if I ignore him, he just says it louder.
He proceeds to talk about how he is so tired and how he just wants to sleep RIGHT NOW.

"Mom, I can't help but fall over, I am SO tired..."

Eventually he won't quit talking about it and starts flopping around...and being a general pain all around. I take him out of the chapel and find a quiet area of the church to talk to him.  I pray for inspiration on how to teach my child that it is better to be bored in church sitting on a comfy pew than sitting on a hard chair with a mom that won't talk to you...nothing. I got nothing.  One day Jumping Bean will be the best example in the family...but that day was not today, or last week...or the past seven years...

It reminded me of this Mr. Bean clip (at about 3 minutes, that's where this starts resembling the floppy Jumping Bean, if only Jumping Bean could be quiet about falling asleep...)

If you need a good laugh, you should watch it, I certainly needed to laugh after a meeting like that!

Where I'm At

As I was making oatmeal this morning, the water boiled and popped, splashing hot oatmeal on my forearm.  I quickly ran it under cold water and the pain passed rather quickly.  I continued with the breakfast preparations and forgot about the incident.

An hour later, as I was preparing the bathtub for the baby, I stuck my arm under the running water.  The temperature was fine but as the water trickled down my forearm the intense pain came back.  I pulled my arm out as quickly as I could.  It took a moment for me to remember and figure out why my arm was hurting.

That is where I'm at in the process of healing.  I'm okay.  My days aren't incredibly bad, nor are they over joyous.  They're just okay.

But every once in a while I will see something or hear something that will bring back the searing pain.

And then I have to run to the bathroom and run my forearm under cold water again.

I can't think of any examples as of late, but quite a few weeks ago I took Jumping Bean-7 to the baptism open house that our stake was putting on for all of the children that will turn eight this year.

We looked at the white baptismal suits and I told Jumping Bean how he would wear that when he was baptized.  And then I overheard the woman standing next to us talking to her daughter, "You'll wear one and Daddy will wear one too..."

Can we go home now?  I thought.  "Let's go look at the baptismal font and then we can go.  Okay?"

I guess I needed to rush home to put some cold water on my forearm.

I'm okay now.