Let me 'splain.

No, there is too much.  
Let me sum up.


Holy Schmoly.  Where to begin??

Adam's Mission Call: 
This crazy kid of mine went ahead a grew up even though I did not authorize it.  He decided he wanted to graduate from high school early to serve a mission.  After MUCH discussion from us (making sure he had thought about everything--just doing my job, really) we were all on board and last spring he started the process to graduate in January.  We dotted all the i's and crossed all the t's (which, btw there are kind of a lot of when you are preparing your mission papers).
On October 24th his mission call came in the mail.  It was such a fun experience watching his excitement, matched by my own, as we waited for all the family to get here to open it.
Drum Roll Please....He will be serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the Little Rock Arkansas Mission, Spanish speaking.  He will report the the Mexico Mission Training Center on February 12th.
He is so excited.  He is thrilled he gets to go to Mexico to the MTC.  I am thrilled for him,  I love that he will be a Spanish speaking missionary.

And in other news...

Remember that December??
You know, the one where I nearly lost my mind??
Oh yeah...that's right NOW.

So I'm a liker of change.  Really I am.  I like to change the furniture arrangement.  I like to change up my wardrobe.  I like to change the menu.  I like to change my hair.  Change is good.

I am feeling like I have had a wee bit too much change in my life recently and it is killing me.
Slow and painful.  Killing me.

Here's the story, Morning Glory:
Besides being deep in the midst of getting a missionary ready, with in the last 6 weeks I  have...
-Been released from being Young Women's President
-Been called to teach the 16/17 year old Sunday School class
-Been completely reassigned visiting teaching wise (new companion, new people to visit)
-Quit 2 part time jobs (that I quite enjoyed)
-Started a new job
-Working full time away from home
-Started being a "working mom" 
-Been studying my guts out for the Insurance Licensing Exam
        (my brain is mush. kids are brain cell killers)

Long story short, I am feeling like I am coming up short in pretty much every area of change.  What ever semblance of sanity and order I had going for me have gone out the window. 
I am no longer the mother with the warm cookies when the kids get home.  Or the clean house mother.  Or the dinner ready mother.  Or the doer of the laundry mother.  Or patient mother.  Or the around during the day mother.

Don't get me wrong, the fam has stepped up like the champs that they are and I do appreciate it.
But, I think I am mourning the lose of a life that I don't get to live any more.

I really liked doing all the homey mom stuff.  I was good at it.
I liked being the YW Pres.  I was good at it.
I liked my Lunch Lady job.  I was good at it.
Don't mind me, I'm just having a small pity party cuz it is late and I am tired.
My mantra of late is:  It will get better.  This will get easier.

I know these changes are blessings.  This job working for an insurance agency fell right in my lap.  I wasn't looking, it just came.
And maybe, just maybe if the Heavens shine down upon me Monday morning when I go to take this 4 hour exam and by some crazy twist of fate I pass it I will be feeling much better about life in general.

Really, it will be like a Festivas Miracle.  WAIT!  Back up the Bus!!
I just realized my test is on the 23rd and that really is Festivas...let's all start praying for a Festivas Miracle together!!  At 8AM send all the Festivas energy you can possible muster to me in my time of need. 

Thanks.
 Peace Out