A Blog Worthy Day

Have you ever had a day where you wondered what you did wrong to deserve everything to go wrong and then at the same time wonder what you did right to deserve such angels in your life? Today was one of those days for me. Joseph has been gone now for a week. It started to get really hard on Saturday after a week of Rebekah cutting three teeth and Alex really missing his Daddy. Today went something like this:

We sat down in sacrament one minute early. YES! Rebekah spit up all over me and her . . . twice. What?! Rebekah you never do that. Why today?? After sacrament Alex did the dead weight thing so that I was holding my 20 pound 8 month old and dragging my 35 pound 2 year old while both are crying because the 8 month old is starving and the 2 year old is afraid to go to nursery. In my mother/psychologist opinion it was because since Daddy left and hasn't come back yet, he was afraid I would do the same. Anyway . . . so on the way to nursery I frantically hand Rebekah off to Jason Stoddard (bless you Jason) hardly noticing that he was already holding two sets of scriptures and a daiper bag, and I leave trying to get Alex to nursery. We get there. He freaks. We come back. I take Rebekah from Jason and lean down in the foyer surrounded by members of my ward all wondering what they can do to help. When I lean down, Rebekah spits up again, but this time all over herself and the floor. I don't have my daiper bag, so I set her down by Alex (both are crying) and go to grab it. I come back (both are still crying) and sweet Jessica is trying to see if Rebekah is okay and Rachel comes to try to help too. But, because I was embarrassed that at this point my tears were starting to flow, I rudely decline their help (sorry!) and book it for somewhere private where I can cry it out and pull myself together again. Well, we found the bathroom and when I came out there was Erin Thomas. She asked if I was okay to which I replied yes and she said, "no you're not" and gave me a big hug and pulled me into the mother's room and let me cry to her while my kids are both still upset. Thanks Erin. You were an angel today. A few minutes later Kim Stoddard comes in and makes me let her help me to. I am stubborn aren't I? You were an angel too Kim. She fed Rebekah while I eventually realized that no amount of persuasion was convincing Alex to go to nursery, so I eventually just left him there, apologized to the nursery leaders (who were great about it by the way) and left him screaming and went back to Rebekah, dried my tears, tried to make myself look presentable, finished up with Rebekah and sheepishly accepted more offers of help this week. Oh and did I forget to mention that before when I opened Rebekah's lunch of yogurt, I found it had burst all over everything in the lunch bag. Awesome.

So, it was by far the hardest day I have ever had at church, but also a great testimony to me of the importance of letting others help you. I hope someday I can be an angel to someone as these women were to me. I had many angels in my life today and I will be forever grateful to these good women in my life. Each of you saved me today . . . and true to myself I am crying as I type this, so I will end here by saying thank you from the bottom of my heart.