mom takes on Madonna (10/2018)

I've had 10 months to reflect on the changes that have come to my life and to our family as a result of my return to the workforce in December 2017. While it only recently feels like I'm able to keep my head above water and there are still adjustments needed, I'm beginning to see indicators that we WILL make it through to the other side.

• growing comfort with social invites rather than overwhelming dread
• I found time to host a Halloween gathering
• now averaging 3-4 home cooked meals/ week 
• a string of a few successful dieting days in a row
• signing up for PTO duty recently
• I'm not bringing work home in order to catch up  

The last 10 months have turned everything upside down but my days are rich, meaningful, and satisfying. I have always felt that social work is a big part of my life's purpose and I know that the work I do makes a big difference. There are times where doubt still creeps in but I wake up every day wanting to go to work, blessed by a husband's flexible job that miraculously covers all the major crossings, and have witnessed my children accepting and appreciating responsibility in a brand new way.

a case of the camp crazies (6/2018)

This past year has been one of my hardest yet... comparable in difficulty with my expedited graduate program while on Accutane or the identity crisis of first time motherhood with an underweight baby... my calling to be a first time stake camp director in the midst of a career restart was sheer chaos! 6 fun-filled days for 125 girls came together in what essentially amounted to three shifts: a first work shift at Madonna (8:30 -3), a second shift of mothering (3 - 9), and camp became a drowsy, difficult third shift (9 - 1 am). Some highlights: 

campfire sing-a-long

first years - hers and mine!

ropes course

community service project

devos

morning study

skit night

hiking

taking shelter from night one's tornado

ycl planned dance party

serving along some of the best women I know

that's a wrap for this presidency (adorned in daily matching tees)

Powell turned Texas (5/2018)

With wounds still fresh from 2017's Lake Powell disappointment, we uncharacteristically leaped at the chance to visit Lake Powell in May. We didn't care that it was off-season or that it fell during the school year or that we'd be navigating less enticing water temps - we simply had to get there! As the date approached, we were devastated to learn that the boat had yet again been slapped with a non-seaworthy sticker and we wouldn't be able to go. With one week's notice, we frantically searched for a getaway using randomized fingerpointing to decipher our destination. Texas was where our finger landed on the map and we took off (with Aunt Jordy as our trusty sidekick). We had a blast exploring new places: the Houston Space center where we met an astronaut, the Bureau of Engraving and Stockyards in Fort Worth, a tour of the Dallas Cowboys stadium, an over-hyped visit to Magnolia, touring an oil rig, and our favorite- an uncharacteristically clear gulf view for days. But, the real joy of the trip was the opportunity to see my children in a very different light. Apart from the cares of the world, we spent large amounts of time laughing and joking together. I found myself reveling in each child's unique sense of humor - as opposed to staccatoed glimpses during the daily grind. It seemed so easy to see and enjoy their budding personalities - absent of the inevitable flaws/ faults I allow myself to stress about in our regular environment. I am so grateful for the detour; however, with superstitious fingers crossed, I long for Lake Powell.