I never said I was brave..

Dear blog,
I am so very exhausted! Sundays are always like that for us. Today, I woke up in a horrible mood. I was still sleepy, didn't feel like getting up for church..sneezed like 20 times while getting ready for church, ran out of church outfits to wear..just had a really aggravating morning. I went to church and it was really good..glad I didn't skip out on it like I really wanted to! Some things you just have to do even if you don't want to, right? Even though it was great, I was still in a bad mood. I attributed my horrible mood to the few bites of red velvet cake that I ate last night. (that I was forced into eating!!) I had to do the grocery shopping and laundry thing, then we went to pick up the boys and head to the country. I was in the worst mood and felt like the worst step mom ever because I didn't want to talk or hang out with anyone..While at my parent's house I continued to be a bad step mom because the kids wanted to play bug-opoly but we all said that we were busy visiting with my sister in law's mother and sister that we haven't seen in awhile..A little while later my brother tells the kids he is going to take them frogging, to which they immediately said "NO WAY." There was no way that they were going to touch a huge bullfrog! I was still too busy being aggravated and told my husband that they HAD to go because they are boys and that's what boys do. So they were forced to go. After a few tears, they were in the truck on the way to the ponds. I was so proud of them for going because I know they were afraid..legitimately too, because I saw those tears before they went. This is really a huge step for them because they are usually afraid to do those things.
What finally took me out of my bad mood was when they got home..they had the best time and talked about it for the next hour. My husband later told me that he had to have a talk with one of them and let them know that he doesn't always want to do some things that are scary..but he has to do them anyway, and it happens more often the older you get. I feel like he needs to learn how to be brave from his daddy (and from Jesus and the Holy Spirit, too). After they finished my husband pulled his son to the side and told him how proud he was of him that he went. It made me realize that my husband really is a good father and I can't wait to have children. He is far from perfect, but he always knows what to say at the right time. Overall, we had a great day..we got to eat crawfish (among a few other tasty things my mom cooked), spend time with some Galbo's (Mrs. Jane is the best storyteller thanks to her awesome accent), and overcome some fears. A good Sunday.