Gratitude#4: The Comfy

Today I’m thankful for The Comfy. I wasn’t sure what to call it, but it’s that wonderful feeling when your bed feels just right, and you’re so cozy that you never want to get out. When you experience The Comfy, the temperature is perfect, and you can tuck your blankie under your chin just so and fall right back asleep, and all is well with the world. In fact, it doesn’t really matter what’s going on anywhere else because nothing exists outside of The Comfy. 

Most of the time I don’t experience that level of comfort and joy when I’m sleeping, so if The Comfy hits, I am ever so grateful, and I think, “Yes! This is how I want to live my life!”

The Comfy

Kids These Days

Eva:

Is definitely the youngest child

Is so ready to be done with primary and will have her last (and the last of our family) primary program this month

Still loves primary activities, though

Has been taking tumbling since summer and loves it

Does her nails almost every day

Likes going for bike rides

Is a shopaholic and always wants to look at Amazon 

Zoe:

Crochets all the time

Loves to cook and bake

Is in the musical at her school (Mary Poppins). She is in the ensemble and a featured dancer. Update: Someone dropped out of the musical, and Zoe is now playing Miss Smythe the "humorless secretary." 

Read Project Hail Mary (it took her about three months, but she did it!)

Constantly asks to go to Hobby Lobby and McDonald’s

Is on the dance team at the junior high and taking a community dance class and piano lessons

Daisy:

Has rehearsal for the musical (Seussical) every day until 7 pm, then comes home and does homework all night

Is acing her anatomy class but studies non-stop

Loves working with special education theatre at school (they will be doing High School Musical this year)

Watches Friends and Modern Family over and over

Went to MORP last week (this is the first time our school has done MORP)

M&M's instead of corsages

Nicky:

Is serving in Dominica

Gets to do baptisms in the ocean

Is worrying about what to do when he gets home from his mission (7 months!)

Loves the senior missionaries

Is always picking up animals

Likes the local fruits (avocados, bananas, papaya, guava, soursop, and more)

Gratitude #3: Modern Communication

One thing I tell my kids about from "back in my day" that blows their minds is how we used to have to pay long distance fees for phone calls. Even I forget that that used to be how things were. Growing up I had cousins that lived only 25 minutes away, but they were "long distance," so it was very rare for us to ever talk to them on the phone. Without email, I don't even know how we were able to be as close to them as we were. The other day I was thinking about how many people in my life right now would be "long distance" if it weren't for modern technology - my dad, Scotty's dad, a few of my very best friends, many of our siblings, and of course, Nicky. 

Google Photos - another tool I'm thankful for

Where Nicky is serving right now, on the island of Dominica, the service isn't very good. We spend a lot of our Monday phone calls saying, “Oh! We lost him again!” and waiting for the phone to reconnect. It's annoying and disruptive, but it's also a miracle that we can talk to our son while he's on a tiny island in the Caribbean! That wouldn't have been possible a few short decades ago (yes, decades are short now... because I'm getting old). 

I am so very, very grateful that we are now able to talk to our missionary children every week. When Scotty was on his mission (2000-2002), he was only able to call home twice a year (letters were still the standard, email became more common a few years later - internet wasn't yet the norm in every home, though some people had dial-up). That sounds like the Church was just being mean and keeping the missionaries from regular contact with their families, but in our present eyes, we forget that it just wasn't feasible. Calling home was costly, and in many areas, not really an option. Now we can talk (or text) with people living 25 minutes (and even 25 hours) away so easily! 

Several years ago one of my best friends moved out of state, but you’d never really know it because we still communicate (almost) every day! Sometimes we don’t even realize that it’s been a year or two since we last saw each other in person. 

I'm so thankful for the many resources we have that let us keep in touch with people who are far away! 

November Prompts

If you had an extra hour every day, how would you use it?

I might be in the minority here, but I don't want an extra hour every day! The days are long enough, thankyouverymuch. 

What goodbye changed your life for the better?

That good, ol step-dad. I don't wish him ill, but I'm glad he's gone.

Have you ever spoken up and made a difference?

I’m sure I have, but in the eight days I’ve been writing this post I haven’t thought of any examples.

What's the first positive thing you notice right now?

My house is quiet. In a good way.

Have you ever confided in someone you didn't know well?

Only every doctor and therapist I've ever been to! "Hello, nice to meet you! Let me tell you about my poop schedule and my mental problems!"

Have you ever had a sit down meal that was different from all others?

I had a life-changing food experience that might sound kind of weird. We were in California with extended family, and everyone was coming and going to different activities throughout the day. My sister-in-law, Mindy (whom I didn't know very well at the time), offered to make everyone dinner that night. When we all got back from our various excursions, Mindy had a hot meal waiting for us. I don't remember exactly what it was, but I think it was pork chops (or pork loin) of some sort and possibly some potatoes. Anyway, it was a really nice, hot, well-prepared meal, and I remember two things about this experience:

1. I didn't know you could eat that nice of a meal on a random weekday. I was like, "What is this dinner we are being provided with? It's so fancy and comforting!"

2. I felt so taken care of. 

And that meal contributed greatly to my personal food culture. 

What is a bittersweet choice you have made?

Having our cat put to sleep several years ago. 

This is a picture Nicky drew of our cat when he was little

What is one thing school taught you about life?

I'm going to give an answer for each phase of school:

Elementary - the power of stepping away from something for a while and coming back to it later (taught to me by Mrs. Patterson who referred to it as "letting it get cold")

Jr high - check and cite your resources (courtesy of Mrs. Evans)

High school - this is when I really explored and solidified my testimony (a process that will never end, but a lot happened during my high school years to form my faith)

Jr college - this is where I got most of my financial education (through required finance classes and through earning my accounting certificate)

University - all things family, lifespan development, and therapy

What’s a path you didn’t take that you’re now grateful for?

I was signed up for cosmetology classes my senior year of high school, and I ended up not taking them. I’m so glad. I don’t enjoy doing hair.

What’s a choice you didn’t feel mature enough to make but had to make anyway?

Um… like every choice EVER! Isn’t that what it’s like to be an adult? Having to make all the choices but never feeling like you’re grown up enough to have that responsibility? 

What’s something you used to own that you still think about?

My Littlest Pet Shop toys. The originals. Before they had giant heads.

What’s different about Thanksgiving now from when you were younger?

My grandparents are all dead, and I haven’t seen my cousins in years. 

What’s a part of your personality you want to show more of?

Whatever this is.

What’s a part of your daily routine that makes you happy?

Eating breakfast and sending voice notes to my friends.

What’s something from your past that seemed like a big deal, but in hindsight didn’t matter all that much?

I used to feel so guilty and shamed for not breast feeding my babies, especially with the cost of formula and trying to make our finances work so I could stay home. I felt like I had to explain my choice to everyone. Guess what! It doesn’t even matter! 

If you had to volunteer today, what would you do?

Teach a dance class for individuals with special needs.

What could you do every morning to help you feel more hopeful?

Not touch my phone.

What’s the last thing you read that made you smile?

A reel that said, “Next time you’re sad about a man, just imagine how lame he’d look next to Benson Boone!” which I immediately sent to Daisy (who is often sad about “men”). But I mean… they can’t even do backflips. 

What do you enjoy talking about with people?

Any of these forty topics.

What did you get in trouble for the most when you were growing up?

"Mouthing off” and rolling my eyes.

What do you love most about November?

Cooler weather, the essence of fall combined with the feeling of Christmas approaching, and the food! I’m not a pumpkin spice girlie, but I’m a pumpkin girlie! I love all the pumpkin things (made with actual pumpkin - not pumpkin flavored). 

No Problem

I’ve been dealing with the infamous 3:00-4:00 a.m. wake-ups that are common in “women of a certain age” for the past three years. When this became my norm, I looked at it as a problem, and I tried various things to solve it. Nothing helped, and it was really stressing me out. Then one day I had the thought, “What if I just stop thinking of it as a problem?” I realized a huge reason I was trying so hard to fix it was because of the social media obsession with perimenopause. They were telling me it’s a problem, they were telling me what to do, and their solutions weren’t working, and maybe instead of trying to change it, I could just embrace it. I decided to stop seeing it as a problem to solve and just go with it. 

This taught me a very important life skill, and that is to ask myself, “Is this really a problem for me, or am I treating it as a problem because an outside source has convinced me to?” 

Now when I wake up at 3:00 a.m. I first give myself some time to see if I can fall back asleep. I usually try praying - because I’m really good at falling asleep mid-prayer (this is another thing I’ve decided to not label as problematic, I think God’s okay with it) or I try a technique called cognitive shuffling. If I can’t fall back asleep, then I use that wake up time to do something I enjoy or to do something productive.

Of course, I can’t do anything noisy, and I can’t wander around the house because I don’t want to wake up my family. So that means I’m usually on my phone, which is not helpful in the sleep department. Alas, it’s what I’ve got to work with. So during my wake ups, I do things like pay bills, read books, play games (Crossplay, Ark Nova, or Wingspan), google important things (this morning: "when did “kick-ass” become an adjective"), make lists, update my library holds, delete emails or photos, or schedule important texts for the day. And for those who ask how I have time to blog, this very post is a product of 3:00 a.m.

Now that I've stopped treating my sleep disruption as a problem, I feel much better, and I find that I'm not usually more tired on my "stay awake" days than the days I'm able to fall back asleep. Sometimes the best way to solve a problem is to just work with it.

Actual footage of me at 3 a.m.

Currently (November 2026 Edition)

Reading: Nothing. My brain switched off this week, and I've tried to start several books but can't focus. However, a couple of weeks ago I had a pretty good reading run. Better than I've had in years! So here are some of the books I enjoyed:

*Language and sexual content

*Anything by Jennifier Neilsen is family friendly

*Language

*Surprisingly clean but there is some disturbing content

*Kate Morton-ish. Can't remember the content.

Wearing: A brown sweatshirt (that shows dirt and stains surprisingly well considering it's the color of... well... dirt) and leggings (which I don't think we're "supposed" to wear anymore, but who cares?)

Buying: Christmas gifts. Just a few. So it begins...

Hoping: that a few things go well over the next several days while I am recovering from some things not going well. 

Loving: that I occasionally get to wear a sweatshirt. 

Watching: 

*Language and sexual content (TV-MA)

Feeling: not my best, to be honest. I've been struggling for a couple of months, and I don't want to talk about it. 

Listening to: 

Eating: avocados. I love them so much, but I wish they worked better with my plans!

Singing: "Apache" by the Sugar Hill Gang (which is probably not PC).

And for the record, I do the Fresh Prince moves. 

Annoyed by: everything. I am constantly on the edge, and I don't know how to fix it (again... don't want to talk about it).

Procrastinating: planning my Relief Society lesson. But by the time this post gets published it will likely be the morning of my lesson, and I'll have my act together. 

Update: I prepared the lesson, and somehow I was able to grow a brand new zit with a whitehead on it during the 25 minutes I was teaching. 

Playing: Crossplay and Ark Nova. In fact, I'm feeling the itch to play right now, so I'm going to finish this up!

Suffering from: neuropathy, dry eyes, high blood pressure, family drama, intense anger, imposter syndrome, low self-worth, depression, stress, problems with cell phone service, a bad countertop installation, a messy house, parenting woes, dislike for mankind, and (any second now) a dead laptop battery. 

Cooking: hamburgers. We found a great deal on pre-made burger patties, and we stocked up. 

Missing: Nicky. 

Craving: a hot shower and three straight days of sleep wrapped up like a burrito. 

Proud of myself for: scheduling a much-needed doctor's appointment, pulling out most of the garden plants while we had dumpsters on our street, and eating carrots at dinner last night instead of chips (we had hamburgers - it was hard to let my crunch come from carrots). 

Grateful for: ibuprofen. But also thankful for every moment I don't need ibuprofen. 

Happy Halloweenie

Halloween 2026...

It happened, and I'm going to document it because otherwise it just blends in with every other Halloween, and then I don't remember it. In fact, Eva was saying on Saturday, "Remember how last Halloween I was sick? That means today is the anniversary of me being sick."

I didn't remember that she had been sick. But once she mentioned it, I vaguely recalled being really excited that she wanted to go home early, and I jumped at the chance to be the parent that went with her (I have about a 30 minute tolerance for trick or treating). 

Since Halloween was on a Saturday this year, I knew we would need to have some stuff planned to get us through the day. We started off by going to breakfast at Ogie’s Cafe. Then we went to Temple Square to do the new Visitor’s Center tour. 

Let it be known that today is Zoe's 14th birthday, and she will be taller than me any second now

The Salt Lake Temple grounds just reopened after being inaccessible for seven years. I realized some of my kids have spent most of their lives without the SL Temple! It felt so good to be able to walk around the grounds again. I would even say I felt relief! My girls were like, “Wait! You can just walk up to the temple and touch it?” 

After the Visitor’s Center tour, we made a gas station run, and then we came home and carved pumpkins. 

I refused to photograph Zoe and Eva’s finished projects because they got in a huge fight over who was copying whom, and then Zoe carved hers into a butt. 

So here’s Daisy’s:

I took a nap, and when I woke up, it was only 2:00 pm, which proves how stinking long holidays are. So we watched Ghostbusters and Addams Family, and then went to the grocery store.

 

We made mummy dogs, chicken nuggets, and a frozen pizza for dinner. 

When 6:00 finally rolled around, we headed out trick or treating. My kids wanted me to dress up, so I took the lazy route and threw on my trusty hot dog costume… hence the title of this post. 

At 8:00, Zoe and Daisy were ready to go home. Daisy headed out to a couple of parties. Zoe watched a few episodes of Treehouse of Horror (I gave up on keeping her away from The Simpsons - please don’t judge me), and Eva went out trick or treating again with our neighbors. 

I went to bed excited for my favorite day of the year… November 1st - the farthest day possible from the next time I have to go trick or treating! 

(It really is my favorite day, I’m not lying, but this year it felt a little less so because it fell on a Sunday, and (confession!) I really don’t like Sundays) (please don’t tell Jesus). 

I have to say, despite my disinterest in trick or treating, we have a really good trick or treat neighborhood. It's weird because no one trick or treats on our street (and they never have - in 23 years, I've never even had to buy candy), but beyond our street, the Halloween festivities are alive and well. The people who know our kids absolutely spoil them! The full-size candy bar inventory at our house right now is primo. 

Hope you had a Happy Halloweenie!