The Weekend

For such a gorgeous day, I feel guilty that we didn't get outside more. Sundays are tough. Part of the mormon religion is recognizing Sundays as the Sabbath. We try very hard not to work, not even housework, and we try not to shop or go anywhere that profits from someone else working on a Sunday. It's a family day and we've been working hard to live by that.

Speaking of the mormon religion, I'm getting frustrated with the missionaries. They stop by unannounced, even though we've told them we don't appreciate people just stopping by. They call me weekly to schedule discussions. I understand that my children are baptised, and I do love going to the church and even think of it as my church. But I struggle with one basic principle: that there's only one way to God. I don't presume to have the answer, so I guess it's a difficult thing to accept others who "know" they have the answer. And yet I understand that you'd have to know your way is the right way, otherwise why would you follow it?

Enough of that. I think love is above all else, so I'm gonna love even those who believe differently. This world is already too tough a place for religious intolerance.

So Darien spent a few hours up at his school. He's got a new friend, a girl, and I think he believes she's his girlfriend. Little does he know that he's not allowed to have a girlfriend at age 11! Poor thing - to have me for a mom. Why is it so hard to remember your own thought process at that age? I swore to myself, when I was a child, that I would always remember what it was like. But I didn't. I can't. It's an impossible task.

Game night last night was at the Baker's. We always have a blast and I hope we stick with this once-a-month thing. Dinner was as great as the company. Plus, as parents, I think it's good for us to get together and have fun. Once parents settle in and become responsible adults - trust me, it usually doesn't happen BEFORE the having of the children - they tend to stop taking care of themselves and center their lives around their children. Everything has its time and place and putting your children at the center is no exception; however, I've seen too many mid-life crisis, too many failed marriages from people who lose themselves to their parental lives. Gotta laugh, gotta remember to have fun, and above all else, love. Love you, love your husband or wife, and love being alive.

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Oh, would you look at the time? Time to help the kids with homework...