Once upon a time, there was a mouse, Superman, and Batman. Together they wandered to a wonderful place called Hemmington Village. Although they were too little to understand everything, they went on hayrides, conquered evil villains, and were part of a parade! It was a wonderful afternoon.
Superman was so exhausted from his day of fighting crime, he went home and took a very very long nap. And they all lived happily ever after.
Did you know that on your three year anniversary, your suppose to get your spouse something made of leather? True story. Trent learned that as he was searching for my anniversary gift.
The memory of our wedding day is so vivid in my mind. I remember getting my hair done at 7 o'clock in the morning when I got a phone call from my wonderful husband-to-be. We weren't suppose to be at the temple until 9 a.m. But he was so nervous, he showed up two hours early. He called me wondering when I would be there. I remember saying, "Um... not for another two hours, when we are suppose to be there." He wandered around the temple for two hours by himself. He greeted me as I showed up to marry him and we were both as giddy as ever. That was one of my favorite moments of the entire day. He truly was so excited to marry me. I really appreciated that.
And now, here we are. It has been three years. And let's see what we've done:
- We have lived in three different states (Arizona, Utah, and Idaho), and have moved four times.
- 1 Bachelors Degree in Elementary Education
- 1 Associate Degree (with a Bachelors coming soon!)
- 4 Country/Pop Concerts (Tim McGraw, Brad Paisley, Kelly Clarkson, Carly Rae Jepsen)
- 1 Trip to San Francisco (my absolute favorite)
-1 Trip to Disneyland
- 6 trips to Arizona
- rotated through 4 different cars
- 7 pregnancy tests
- 1 brand new baby
- 41 kids {because I will always refer to my students as my kids}
- 5 different jobs altogether
- 5 million kisses
- a thousand tears
- a hundred "heart to heart" conversations
- countless prayers and pleads to our Heavenly Father
and so many more adventures to come.
Leland Trent Thompson, I have loved your for 1,095 days. I have unofficially diagnosed myself with an obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). I am a clean freak, a perfectionist, impatient, critical of myself, and do not understand the definition of "resting." But every day, I try to make you a little happier, and your life a little easier. We're going to make it. I just know it.
Welp. Work started this last Thursday. Seriously, if I did not LOVE teaching so very much, I wouldn't/couldn't go back to work. It is so nice to have a career in something you are passionate about. But let's be honest with each other. I would MUCH rather be home with Porter. However, Trent is taking on the roll of Mr. Mom. After this week, I have more faith in him.
I decided that we should probably do some trial runs before Thursday. So I told Trent I would be in my classroom all day Tuesday and Wednesday so we could "practice." I know it probably sounded ridiculous to him, but he humored me. By 1:00 on Tuesday, Trent was calling me asking me to come home. I seriously fled my classroom and was home by the time he could hang up the phone. I came in and the house was perfectly clean and spotless. But I had an exhausted husband and a grumpy Porter. He had fed Porter like every hour, instead of his usual ever 3 hours. So Porter had about 6-8 ounces in a one hour time instead of the normal 3.5. Yeah. That made him grumpy for awhile. His stomach hurt and he was constantly spitting up. I told Trent to go take a nap. He was asleep for almost three hours. He woke up and came inside our living room. We talked about how fantastic it was that he cleaned the house but he needs to make sure that his needs come first. We also talked about routines and how they are important and all that lovely stuff.
The next day went waaaaay better. Trent wrote down each time Porter ate and took a nap. He waited 2-3 hours between each feeding and did play time between naps. I came home the mood was completely different.
It was the next evening that made me appreciate Trent even more that I already do {if that's humanly possible.} It had been yet another successful day {Go, Trent!} and we were talking about how I had just found my new, favorite deodorant. He turned to me and said, "Wow, I don't think I have worn deodorant in three days, and I think I have only showered once! Now, I understand why woman talk about routines, and not having time to shower or for themselves. It's really hard." I just smiled and nodded my head. From an outsiders perspective, it seems simple. But raising a family is a huge feat.
I also learned something this week. Coming home to a happy home is the most lovely thing. I. Am. EXHAUSTED after work. And even though I loved loved loved coming home to a clean house, I had an unhappy family and it just added to the stress. I would rather come home to a happy baby on the floor playing with Daddy and dishes in the sink. I would rather have Kraft Mac and Cheese for dinner and a huge loving welcome than a gourmet meal and long to-do list. Now, a clean house is still important. But if for three days the dishes sit on the counter, the Thompson's are still going to make it.
