Clark's Gone, Day 2

Wahoo!  I did it!  I slept through the night.  I didn't even get up to go to the bathroom, which is huge for being 7 months pregnant.

I didn't go to sleep until 11pm last night- super late for me.  Then at 6:15 this morning, though my body was not ready to get up, my brain started going 100 mph.  I hate it when that happens.  All I wanted to do is sleep until 7am.  Actually, I would have rather slept until 8am (nine hours is perfect while I'm pregnant), but with church at 9am, 7am is the cut off.  How is it that your brain can think of so many things while your body is still trying to rest in bed.  Here are just a few of the thoughts I woke up to: Should I get up now, or try to go back to sleep?  If I get up now, should I study, get ready, or start on making a nice breakfast for the boys?  I wonder if Sammy is feeling well enough to go to church or if it will just be Kimball and me.  Maybe I should reread the RS lesson again.  I've only read it a couple of times.

As these thoughts and many others flooded through my head, Yahoo #4 (pronounced w/ a long A vowel sound- not quite sure how to spell it.  This is what we call our kids when we jokingly don't want to say their names.  This child however, doesn't have an official name yet, so for now she's Yahoo #4) announced to me through squirming and kicking, that she too was ready to get up.

So, I got up started blogging a little, then got ready for the day.  I woke the boys up, we had cereal and a smoothie for breakfast.  I had decided yesterday that Kimball and I would go to church and Sammy would stay at my mom's since he was sick.  Well, he probably should have gone to church today, but I'd already told him he wasn't going, so when I told him I thought he should go, he declined and said that he was indeed sick.

I took him to my mom's and Kimball and I went to church.  It was a very pleasant sacrament meeting with only one child to look after.  I was actually able to hear most of the testimonies that were shared today.  Kimball and I did however, play a fun little game.  He called it the squiggle game.  One of us would make some sort of squiggle on the paper and other one had to make a picture out of it.  We eventually turned it into the ABC game.  We wrote the letters of the alphabet and had to make pictures out of them.  Our pictures had to begin with the letter that we were creating from.  We got through the letter V before we had to clean up.

The boys and I went to pick up Addi around 2:30.  The first thing she said to me was, "I don't want to go home."  This is always the first thing she says to me when I go to pick her up from anywhere.  Luckily, we had planned on staying for awhile.  Steve (Clark's dad) was nice enough to make us dinner, so we stayed and hung out for a bit.  The kids went downstairs and watched a Veggie Tales show while I worked on the computer.

On our way home from Grandma Beckie's house, we decided to stop at Grandma Nancy's house to say Hi.  Jerry and Sue Rapier were there visiting and we enjoyed talking to them.  The kids were especially excited when Jerry invited them over anytime to come and get a treasure out of his treasure box.  I reminded them that the Rapiers are the ones with the swimming pool, and now the Rapiers have become my kids' best friends.  Between getting to swim at their house and getting a treasure from the chest, they couldn't be more excited.  Even though I told them we couldn't go swimming until it was warm outside, Addi and Sammy haven't realized that it will most likely be another two months before that happens.  For now, they're excited.

Not a very exciting day today, so here's a little blurb I thought of last night.  I was hoping to get more pictures today, but I didn't.  Sorry.

Last night, as I was trying to go to sleep, I began to think of the reasons why I prefer to have Clark not travel.  I thought I should make a list.  So, here are the reasons I miss Clark while he is gone.  Most of them are completely selfish, but there are a few that show my true feelings for him.  

*He gets up with the kids at night (I know, I'm totally spoiled, many husbands don't do that, but Clark does, and I'm grateful for him when he does). 

*He practices violin/viola with Kimball and Sammy.  I used to do this a lot, but we decided that since Clark plays the violin, it's easier for him to help the boys out.  It also helps that he has a lot more patience with them than I do.

*He's very involved with our whole morning and evening routine.  He'll help make breakfast, brush teeth, and all the other frantic things that happen in the morning.

*He works from home.  Since Clark works from home, we see each other and talk often.  He usually comes upstairs for lunch and will help out.  But the best part is that we get to talk face-to-face throughout the day.  It's nice.  Sometimes he's able to run small errands with me, or I can leave the kids at home for a bit while I go run errands on my own.  So when he travels, it cramps my style just a little bit.

*He's very good at keeping my feet warm at night.  I nearly always get into bed with cold feet, if you'll pardon the pun, and he always lets me put my feet on his so they can warm up.  Now that I'm farther along in my pregnancy, I need to prop my leg up on something while I sleep.  Clark will either give me his pillow to use, or let me use his body.  I love cuddling with him.  The bed is so lonely while he's gone.

*This will sound weird to most people, but I miss talking about Crossfit with Clark.  Now, this hasn't happened as much recently because most of my workouts have been scaled and I can't do all of the exercises that he does.  But back in the day, he would go to the gym at 6am to do the workout of the day.  After getting the kids off to school, I would then go to the gym at 9:30am to do the same workout of the day.  Most of our workouts are timed, so when I got home from the gym, I'd go downstairs and talk to Clark about the workout and how we both did.  I always tried to beat his time, though it was very hard to do.  Unless we were doing double unders (which I used to rock at) I usually didn't beat him.  But we'd take 5-10 minutes and discuss the movements we did and how much we love crossfit.  It's one of the few hobbies that Clark and I have in common.  So when he's gone, we're not doing the same workout and I miss those conversations.

*Ever since Clark joined my family, my sister has many times referred to him as a nerd.  Well, he is kind of a nerd.  Not in the "smart, know-it-all" way, but the kind where he just says dorky things, but he makes you laugh.  I love it when Clark makes me laugh.  He can occasionally do it while we're chatting online, but it's not the same as in person.

*He's very encouraging and supportive.  He knows just what to say to keep me on my groove.  I have many crazy ideas and I start many crazy projects, but he's patient with me and encourages me in each of my endeavors.  

So, there are more reasons I like to have Clark around, but this list will suffice.  I hope it didn't sound depressing, because that was not my intent.  I know he's only been gone for 2 days and has 6 days to do, but surprisingly, I feel okay about it.  (Probably because Addi's been at my in-laws for a day.  Ask me tomorrow morning while we're getting ready for school and I'll be cursing the day he left.)

I got to talk to Clark for about five minutes today and most of that was broken up so I couldn't hear him.  Now it's time for me to go to bed.  Another day down.  Good night!