Back in the Habit. . . Maybe

I don't feel like I have breathed since April. I had this one glorious, peaceful moment in April after a run where I looked up at the sky from under my flowering pear tree in the front yard. Since then, I've run my marathon, worked like crazy on my two English classes for BYU-I, gone to Utah to babysit Blake, then to St. George to spend time with Bowen girls--only to have that trip adapted so my mother-in-law could marry Dave Peters in the middle of the weekend-- I went to bits of Girls' Camp--got released from my Young Women's calling and put into the Primary presidency, and I've had tons of Bowens in my home because Doug's grandma died and the funeral was nearby. We didn't all sleep in our own beds between June 28th and July 8th.

Because of the craziness, I decided not to go to Minnesota this week. It was a sad moment when I cancelled my hotel reservation, but I just didn't feel like I had the energy to make that long drive alone with the kids, and parent them alone for a week. . . .then make that long drive back. Also, Doug and I are going on our first get-away in two years next Wednesday, and the Minnesota trip would have meant Doug didn't see our kids for a LONG time.

Next Wednesday, I look forward to breathing again. We are going to Couer d'Alene so Doug can take some law classes, so it's almost all-expense paid. We wish we got to stay at the resort there, but we're staying at a satellite of the resort because it's full, and have a bus that'll take us the resort whenever. Doug and I will work during the afternoons and play after that. Thank goodness. And thank goodness Kayla married Dave so they can watch our crazy kids together for us.

If you are in a position to breathe, go ahead and do that for me. Like this girl, in the room I'd really like to get next week:).