Another week past.

It's hard to believe. I am finally on day shift. My prayers have been answered. I believe the Lord is always trying to teach me patience. It took 9 months of 7-day work weeks, sometimes 12-hour days. Not that those long hours and weeks are over, but at least now i feel a little more normal.I can go to church and not have to leave early to go home and take a nap. (well, I'm sure the naps aren't completely over, just hopefully not as long!) My kids can call me and not worry about waking me up. I can enjoy the good weather and daylight!
I had a conversation with my daughter Cindy this week about her dealings with her 2 children. I remember going throught the same things, but she seems to have a lot more patience and self-control. I am so proud of how she handles her little family. I look back and think how hard I was on my children. I think Cindy knows a little of where I was coming from, although she swears she doesn't remember ever being that difficult! I hope she can forgive me for not having enough patience and self-control. I feel bad and have repented, but somehow it doesn't seem enough. I put those girls through a lot. I am just grateful that they brought the LDS gospel into my life, so that I am able to be a better mother to my son.

On another note, we had a scary adventure this week with a bat flying through our living room. Jonathan was the lucky one to see it's presence. I never did see it, and in my course of denial, I asked him if he sure it was a bat, or just a large moth! The first time he saw it, it had flown behind the couch. I peeked ever-so-slightly behind it, only to see his church tie laying in a pile on the floor. I didnt't make an all-out effort to actually see if the bat may be clinging to the back of the couch. I then decided the crisis was over, so I retired to bed. Around 11:30 pm (so much for sleeping normal hours!) he came running in our bedroom to say he saw the bat again, this time flying into the kitchen! I once again half-heartedly investigated.......No bat! Jonathan then crawled into bed with us. Well, 2 dogs, an 11-year-old and Mike..........all crammed into a queen-sized bed on a night I had to get up the next morning to go to work! Oh Boy! I decided groggily to retire to the livingroom couch and take a chance that this ghastly creature would not decide to nest in my hair! Sleep suddenly ruled over fear!
When Jonathan came home from school the next day, he told me he was playing on his laptop while sitting on the couch, and he looked over to see the bat clinging from the couch just a foot or two away! ....and now i feel guilty that I only peeked ever-so-quickly behind the couch after his first sighting! Apparently it was there all along and decided to climb over the back of the couch to snuggle closer to my son. That only goes to show you, Lucas and Lana, don't run to Grandma when you are scared! I tend to tune things out and the worst is yet to come! I definately will never become anyone's hero!

That's my life this week in a nutshell.Stay tuned for next weeks adventure of "Bats in our Belfry!"