Sunday I was surprised by my sweet sister-in-law, Jena, who came to my house with bags of groceries and a giant frozen lasagna. She brought yummy food for Super Cal and dinner for my family that will last us at least another two days.
We had a lovely afternoon chatting time away. We talked about children and household chores and planting gardens and scrapbooking. And of course we talked about babies.
Jena related the story of her sister-in-law, who said she always tried really hard to “not be the miserable pregnant lady.”
Jena and I laughed at the thought of being anything other than what we are (I’m pregnant, she’s plagued with an auto immune disease).
And I don’t consider either one of us complainy. We’re relatable.
That being said, I have decided that it’s time to put on my shoes and get to work, as President Hinkley always said.
And so with March I am going to focus on the positive, and try to be better – mentally if not physically – and start getting life going again.
March 1st – I’ve mopped my floor.