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I bet you didn't know..

My friend did this on her blog and I got to know her a little better and thought it would be fun. So here it goes!

I am... a mom to a busy boy, a Mormon, and a wife to a soon to be fireman.
I want...my sewing machine to work so I can finish the blanket I started last year.
I have...a good life. A supportive, loving husband and a beautiful, happy and healthy boy. (Doesn't mean it's perfect or easy, it just makes it better) 
I wish... we had a job and a house. I want to be a grown up! :)
I hate... how the world looks down on motherhood. And how it makes me feel like somehow I'm not smart enough to get a degree or a job. When in reality motherhood is much harder than getting a degree! This world is so twisted.
I fear... Chris leaving me. That's probably my only fear. If he were to cheat on me and leave. Luckily Chris isn't too outgoing in that getting to know or even talk to other people. 
I search... for friends. I have only come across a few that I really connected with and they live pretty far away. I could use some friends that understand motherhood and how hard it is. It would be nice to really talk to someone about it. Get advice and encouragement. I need friends who inspire me, not complain.
I wonder... if my next kid will sleep.. ??
I regret... being so tactless. Sometimes I have hurt feelings with how blunt I say things. I'm the one who will say what everyone else is thinking. (And things shouldn't always be said)
I ache...when I see people sitting alone. I have sat by them before. (Being blunt can come in handy) I hurt and ache when I see someone alone. 
I always... have a song playing in my head. Like always. It's kind of annoying. 
I usually... change my outfit at least twice before I leave the house. I used to be able to blame it on Owen via spit up or poop but really, it's me. 
I am not... patient. I don't have patience for anyone who is inconsiderate. But I am learning, Owen may or may not be a HUGE part of that.           
I am grateful.. for the gospel. I may not read my scriptures everyday or always do my visiting teaching. But I'm grateful for the Relief Society friends I've made. It's like wherever I go, I instantly fit in. I'm apart of this cool club. It really helped out in Hawaii. 
I sing... to Kelly Clarkson a lot... 
I never...read books for fun. Actually that's a lie, I read the Hunger Games in a day when I was pregnant. And that will probably never happen again. (Never say never right?)
I love... hearing Owen's laugh. Chris can make him laugh sooo hard. To be honest, the first time I heard O laugh, I cried. Lame, I know. But seriously I am in love with it. He only has a few teeth in the front so it makes it even more adorable. For that small moment, all seems right in the world. 
I like...snorkeling. In Hawaii that was my happy place. I could go look at the colorful friendly fish and just think. Here, I like riding my bike.( Did I mention my parents got me one for my 21st?) And Chris and I bought a little trailer so Owen can ride with me. I love it. 
I sometimes...finish the projects I've started. Probably should get better at that. But this man I'm raising is.. I was going to say active but that doesn't even begin to cover it. He is in need of raising. 
I miss...sunsets over the ocean. Not quite the same here in Utah. 
I cry... all the time. I didn't use to be this way. In fact, I hardly ever cried. Now is a different story. I can cry at the drop a hat. I bawled my eyes out when the military-dad-coming-home-to-his-daughter commercial came on. And then I was over it. Hormones maybe?!
I am not always... on time. I used to be pretty good at it. But after O came around I found it a lot harder to get places on time. I know it's all about priorities and planning ahead but I am still learning. 
I lose...my temper driving around here. I hate it when people are driving and texting, or talking on the phone, or eating, or really doing anything but driving!
I am confused...at the worship of  Jimmer.. ya he's good, but seriously? Talk about false idols. 
I need...someone to tell me I'm doing a good job every once in a while.. sometimes everyday. haha I need someone to tell me that they have struggled too because sometimes it feels like I'm the only one. Even though obviously I'm not. 
I should...do the laundry. But oh how I detest it. I think I wouldn't mind if I only had a load or two a week. And we all know that's not even possible. It NEVER ends!
I hope... my husband and kids see me happy. I want to have a fun life, serving and playing. 

So now you know a little about me, why don't you give it a try. It's a little bit harder than I thought it would be. 


Just because he is perfect! 

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  1. I really liked reading this and I definitely feel like I know you better. Maybe I'll try doing it one of these days!

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  2. You're such a good mom Sarah! I love when I have seen that you updated your blog. I could read it all day!

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  3. Blogging can be really good therapy! This one is great!

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