Is It Naptime Yet

Sunday was our second Sunday in our new ward.

Eden has been sick so we decided to not take her to nursery. We all went to the ward party the night before since she wouldn’t be playing with people or toys that would kept her germs, but Sunday she came into us with a fever so even Jon had to postpone his plans of going to the local Unitarian church. (Since she wouldn’t be playing with kids we thought it would be fine if they just went together and she only had a runny nose and cough until the fever came on Sunday. )

Lilah and I got to church a little late and the chapel was packed, and for some reason they weren’t opening the overflow. Lilah was pretty well behaved, but she suddenly got tired at the end of sacrament meeting.
I took her to Primary and waited for her teacher to get there.

And I waited.

One of the boys in her class is pretty, uh, busy so the Primary President asked if I would sit with the class since I was waiting in case a substitute came that Lilah didn’t know or hadn’t met which is very likely in this case.

No one came.

Sister Pooler, the President, voiced her concern and later asked if I would teach the class.
Sure why not.

So I looked through the lesson and prepared with what materials I could get.
Lilah was excited to have me as her teacher and the other kids were very nice.

The class went fast and I finished very early. I tried to sing songs but I just didn’t know what to do with these kids.
We’d colored, sang and even ate a few crackers I had for Lilah.
So we got to closing exercises five minutes early and sat in the back.
Lilah wanted to sit on my lap. “No one will get jealous.” is what she told me, but I insisted that she didn’t.
The boy who I explained as being busy before was very touchy and lovey.
He sat next to me and wanted to constantly hug me if they weren’t singing or lay his head on my lap and eventually he was trying to kiss my cheek or hand, or anything he could get his lips on.
I kept telling him no, but I’m pretty sure he has some sort of slight mental disability and was very persistent.
I was fine with him, but was mostly curving the behavior because it’s inappropriate to me, especially at church during Primary and towards a person you just met.
(When I was going to class the Presidency told me they could come and get him if he became a problem, but he was OK in class. I just had to give him periodic hugs.)

So I have yet to attend Sunday school. I’m not even sure what room it’s in.

I did met the woman who sat in front of us during Sacrament. Her son, about 6-8 months old, would smile at us and loved Lilah’s bow. Her husband, the first counselor in Elders Quorum, spoke and she had a hard time keeping their son quiet. He was noisy when he was happy and noisy when he was sad. They look like a cute family, and it reminded me how grateful I am for girls that are quiet.

Maybe I’ll get to go to Sunday school this week.

I had my mom make three nursing blankets each for Lilah and Eden before they were born .

They’re made of lightweight fabric with a simple edging of rick rack and I got the idea from my SIL Becky who told me about using lightweight fabric instead of flannel, which can get hot to nurse under.

Even though Becky had given me this advice the first time we met and it was a year later that Lilah would be born, I remembered and took her advice and had my mom make me some for Lilah and then Eden, and the grandchildren who have followed were also made these blankets on my side. ( They’re so great for swaddling and blocking the sun off of the babies eyes in car seats or for toddlers to cover their own heads when the sun is in their eyes. Also my mom made them because I wasn’t sewing when Lilah was born, and just for traditions sake she made Eden’s too.)

My girls love their blankets. Around a year old we allow them to start sleeping with blankets and just rotate them through.
They each have their favorites, always the brightly colored, or richly colored ones.
Lilah’s have definitely been used and worn through and as the holes began I started taking each one away.

The blue one was Lilah’s favorite.

To compensate for getting rid of the beloved “soft blankets” I took Lilah shopping last Wednesday to chose fabric for two new blankets. I wasn’t going to add edging, but they’re so much cuter with edging. Jon called me Marcie when I got home and he saw I had also bought edging. (She’s an old friend who always goes the extra mile in sewing projects, or really any project, even though it’s not always needed. Plus over half the cost is edging.)
Eden loves Lilah’s new ladybug blanket, and now wants to go shopping for her own blankets. I keep telling her she has to wait till hers get holes in them too.

New blankets. I let Lilah chose the fabric and edging.

I have to be honest.
I’m finally getting that lost feeling after being done with school for over a year.
I use to get it during the summer between semesters and now it’s just a bad habit.

I sleep in every morning till 9 am, unless we have somewhere to be, then I get up at 8 to get my shower.

The girls do not sleep in till 9, so what are they doing? Watching a movie or PBS. If I’m lucky they don’t get up till 8, so it’s just one hour, but many days they get up at 7 and easily watch 2 hours of TV while I sleep.

Now I don’t always feel the need to sleep in if I’m up at 7 to say goodbye to Jon, but I don’t feel a desire to get up and going so I turn on a movie and go back to sleep.
My day becomes too long if I get up before 8 and have no where to go, which I usually don’t.

Besides sleeping in I take a nap nearly every afternoon. Not like a 20 minute power nap, but a 2-3 hour nap.
What are the girls doing? Eden is taking her nap and Lilah is watching TV, which I try to interrupt after about an hour or an hour and a half and get her to do something else, like play or use the computer. (She gets up later then Eden, about 8, so I let her watch her shows like Super Why.)

I do get the normal day to day stuff done. Dishes get washed, laundry gets done, though not always folded.
I just don’t have motivation to do the extra stuff. Like organize our room or organize the top bunk in the girls room.

I’m fine once I’m up, usually.
I don’t feel down necessarily but I do hang out at the computer a lot.

I’m just not motivated and I’m not sure what to do to get motivated.

I feel the girls are getting along fine, though I could spend more time playing with them or reading with them during the day.

The funny things is I stay up very late, usually just watching TV, or sometimes on the computer. I just want to stay up late and be by myself. If Jon does perchance stay up late, I don’t go to bed till he does.

I just feel a little lost. Being at home is becoming less fulfiling and I feel I accomplish very little.
So that’s what’s going on with me mentally.