okay, i'm EXHAUSTED. but i just cant sleep. being a wife and more so being a mother is one of the most difficult things i have ever had to do but its also, hands down, the most enjoyable thing i've ever had to do. it feels like my work is never done and when it finally is done there's something else that pops up out of no where that needs my attention. so its 00.20hrs and i'm in the middle of doing housework. its official - my home is a war zone at the moment and that's not an exaggeration and i've finally gotten to the stage that i just want to hoover so everything is sitting on my sofas!! meh. i thought it would be a bright idea to clean out our home before Christmas comes but now i'm beginning to realise that i just don't have the time or the energy. i have the motivation and i really want to get it done but the tiredness is getting the better of me slightly and it seems that when my baby girl is in bed all i want to do is relax and not even think about housework.
to make life slightly more hectic Raymond is off work sick so its totally thrown me off of my usual schedule but i do have a slightly amusing story to go with this one....
he was throwing up all Sunday night and he came to the conclusion that it was the dinner i cooked... (thanks for that honey). after him saying that it made me slightly paranoid as we had all 4 missionaries over for dinner on Sunday and the thought of giving the missionaries food poisoning really freaked me out so at about 10.30 Sunday night i decided to call them to make sure they were okay however none of the numbers in Raymonds mobile have names next to them but then i came across a number that looked like it could belong to a missionary and it did, it just wasn't the missionary i was looking for - it was President Griffith's mobile number (eek). i had let it ring out for what felt like forever until it went onto a voice mail saying that i had called him so i instantly hung up freaking out incase i had woken him and Sister Griffith's. at around 11.30 he called back and Raymond answered and had to explain what had happened! he was, however, very pleasant and found it slightly amusing that i had called him instead of our missionaries and i'm glad he did, i was grateful for that (:
on a more positive note i didn't give the missionaries food poisoning!! well, not yet anyway.........
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