Good To Know

Some weeks have more laundry than others. That's all I really have to say about that.

A few things I learned this week.

Apparently, sex is one of those hot button topics. I mean who knew? Oh, everyone knew? Except me?

Whoops.

The response to my Five Reasons You Should Have Sex with Your Husband Every Day post has been overwhelming. The comments! The emails! Every single one has been appreciated, even the ones that said I was crazy and wrong and maybe used not the nicest words I have ever read.  Next week I am writing one for men, because you know…I am a glutton for punishment. But here's a thought.... maybe women would be more willing to be, ahem, romantic if their husbands turned off Sports Center and cleaned the bathroom once in awhile.

No matter our age, we can all do hard things. Three weeks ago Zuzu’s preschool teacher pulled me aside and said that my little munchkin had had quite the breakdown during their practice for the Christmas program. There were tears. There were screams. There was complete, unbridled hysteria. And we never really found out what the problem was. One day she would say she didn’t like the room they practiced in, the next she would say all the kids were too loud. My favorite reason she gave for the issue was, “Mom! They are making me sing Christmas songs when I only sing Princess songs!” But most of the time she couldn’t really articulate her fear. She would just come home and tell me “OH, CHRISTMAS PRACTICE IS JUST AWFUL.”

I considered letting her skip rehearsals and the program, but my little bug is scared of everything and if I let her hide from all her fears she would never get out of bed. So we talked about it. We sang the songs at home. And I may have implied that there would be Chick-Fil-A for any little girl that wanted to sing with her class at any performance in the near and far future.

And then yesterday, Riley and I (and her faithful, Grandpa), went to watch the Christmas program. I held my breath, ready to swoop up my little girl turned screaming banshee and then….it was perfect. She sang fully half of the words, did one out of fifteen hand gestures and just looked so cute up there with her round little cheeks I had to bounce from one foot to the other with the excitement of it. I know just how it looked,

“Look! That is my daughter! The one not really paying attention! Because she is smiling at me! Yeah, yeah, the one that looks like she kind of has no idea what is going on! I AM SO PROUD!”

And I was, because I know her and I know what that took. My little brave warrior girl.

Chick-Fil-A for everyone.

Sometimes no matter how blessed your life is, you need a night away from it. So tonight, Riley and I are leaving the girls and heading to Salt Lake City. There will be a Punch Brothers concert, there will be a dinner we can’t afford, there will be a hotel room. (And yeah, there will be, you know…that one thing I wrote about this week….)

Have a fantastic weekend. You deserve it.