Because You Asked...

My sister asked me to play along, so here you go, Anna--and anybody else who cares to read:

I am a work in progress. I'm learning everyday and always trying to do and be better.

I miss family. We are all by our lonesome's out here in this part of the country and we don't get to see our family often enough.

I think too much. I should say I OVER think too much. I will spend hours pondering something and analyzing it in my mind until I've completely driven myself nuts.

I know that my Heavenly Father loves me. He is mindful of me and has shown me countless tender mercies throughout my life.

I want more time with my husband, but I appreciate his hard work and dedication to our family.

I have so much to be grateful for.

I search for things around my house often and sometimes never find them in my piles of disorganization.

I wish this baby weight would come off a little faster, but I'm trying to be patient with the process.

I hate seafood. ANY kind. It grosses me out and it smells like a dumpster.

I am scared of losing one of my children. It consumes me sometimes and gives me anxiety.

I fear being in some type of accident. I am deathly afraid of car accidents as a result of a traumatic experience as a child. I'll save that for another blog post.

I always wash my face morning and night. It's a ritual that I cannot break. I cannot sleep with my make-up on and I always moisterize (maybe that's why I still look like I'm 18).

I love peanut butter and chocolate. That combination to me is heaven.

I feel sad when I think about orphans or children being abused. It is very hard for me to think about without crying.

I hear my kids playing happily together right now and that makes me very happy.
I smell my baby's spit up and it is a lovely smell. Nothing better than baby stink.

I don't always think before I speak. But, I think you already knew that.

I wonder what it is going to be like when my children are all grown and gone. This is another thought that makes me a little sad.

I care a little too much about things that don't matter. I'm working on this.

I regret not stepping out of my comfort zone enough. I have missed so many great opportunities because I was too scared or afraid of failing.

I am not good at math. I'm terrible, actually.

I believe in miracles. I've seen many in my lifetime.

I dance like a dork.

I sing like I'm tone deaf.

I write in my journal occasionally.

I win is what Rob always says to me--as if I were some type of prize. Really, I won when I married him.

I dream of going on an amazing vacation with my husband someday. Somewhere exotic and interesting.

I lose my mind almost daily, but usually find it again at bedtime.

I never am able to keep up with my laundry.

I listen pretty well. I am a much better listener than I am talker. I am a little reserved in that area.

I read the beginning of a lot of books, but rarely finish. I get too distracted and can't always pick back up a book and finish once I've put it down.

I am happy to be a mother and find it oh so rewarding.I am tagging ALL of you!