Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

To be honest, we all are. Today we took apart the double bunk bed in the girls’ room and put together a new triple bunk bed–to be fair, my hubby and son mostly did that–which involved ridiculous amounts of cleaning and moving stuff around, not to mention the washing of much, much bedding. Also, I woke up at 6:30 and couldn’t get back to sleep, so there’s that.

SO. Quick recap–we drove to Idaho for Christmas on the 23rd and drove home on the 27; Christmas with my parents was quiet but a different kind of lovely, and the weather was so ridiculously warm that my oldest took her youngest sister on two different bike rides. Santa came and everything went well for Christmas, even though it was a bit smaller of a Christmas than we’ve had the last few years. As my Grandpa Mather used to say, the Lord sure has been good to us.

We stopped in Clearfield on the way home to watch the second half of BYU’s bowl game, which was stressful but ultimately triumphant, and then yesterday our ward boundaries got completely realigned. As in, our ward is now our entire neighborhood, I have multiple PTA friends in the ward now, and our children and youth programs have grown significantly. (Not that it would take much, you understand.) It’s all very exciting for us, since we didn’t lose anyone, but those that had their wards dissolved are understandably struggling to some degree. Sunday will be interesting!

Anyway. I did manage to finish listening to Elana K. Arnold’s Harriet Spies today, mostly because it was short and we all kind of tapped out around 4. Normally, I avoid main characters who struggle with lying, because they drive me crazy; Arnold does such a good job with, however–in first person, no less!–that I still enjoyed the book. (Although if it were longer and the situation more drawn out, I’d probably have struggled.) Harriet is still on Marble Island with her grandmother while her mother is on bedrest, but this time she and the Captain butt heads in a way that ultimately endangers a new friendship. All does turn out well, in a realistic, satisfying sort of way, and since Harriet’s dad drops a verbal bomb toward the end, I’m rather anxious to read the next one. In the meantime, I’m beat and I want to be in bed earlier tonight, so goodnight all!