FHE: 6 down, 48 to go

Well, I have to say that I might not have been dedicated enough to make this FHE thing happen tonight if it were not for this blog, 5 weeks down, and children that ask, "is it Family Home Evening night?" every night. (OK, that's just Tasha asking , but Kyra always smiles when she says it) I really need to be more positive. I know the disappointing times are because of me and my attitude, frustrations, and annoyances.

This morning over breakfast (cold cereal and milk) I asked Tasha what she wanted to teach for FHE since it was her turn to give the lesson. She asked what Dad taught last week because she wanted to be different. Then she said, "how about being good." Hmm I thought to myself. "What do you want to say about being good?" Then she gets that little sly head tilt and weird smile and says in a much too sweet voice for anyone to believe, "be nice...help...be good." Where is she getting this stuff from? The bus came and off she went to preschool.

In between trying to schedule a student, phone calls and visits to the hospital, and making dinner to take to a family, I managed to visit LDS.org and find the closest thing to being good I could find. It was perfect because it was a game and it was all about the good things you could do at home to help be a happy family. Tasha colored it in. We played it. She put the pieces away when we were done (while I waited quite impatiently because we still needed to say the closing prayer and have the treats dad made us and it was 7:20 and the kids are usually in bed and I'm reading to them by now...) and I had her close with her testimony. Well, it was something to the effect of "I know we can be good and make our family happy. I say these things..." (and she picked up on how she should close right away.) She was quite proud. I was quite stubborn. What a rotten mom. Hmm, maybe someone else should lead this family in FHE.

Anyway, the day is almost over now. My mom is back home and on some happy drugs to make the pain go away until she passes a 4mm kidney stone. She's sipping on Pepsi even though I bought her lemons, juiced them and made her a fine lemon water drink that is supposed to help with the pain. I'll forgive her though since she puked up the lemon water and the Pepsi stays down. Now I wonder if I should even bother juicing the apples. I've got a load of laundry in the washing machine because the puppy decided to pee on Tasha's bed this morning for no apparent reason. Tasha's asleep on our bed. Kyra is hopefully asleep on her bed. I've taken a shower and feel a little bit more human.

But, la la. Tuesday is Temple day...