Those Dumb Hard Things

You know that motto - "We can do hard things." I like it. I love it. I want to live by it. Most the time. But dang it, when you are in the middle of something hard it isn't such a cool motto. I was having a total meltdown a few days ago about something that I felt was too hard. I didn't say those words. I was just complaining and worrying about all the parts of this dreaded event. And yep. Kenyon says, "But you can do hard things." Gag. I really didn't want to hear that at that moment. But it is true. And obviously he was right. We can and I did. And I survived. And the kids claim it was the best ever. I don't feel that way but I made it.

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What was that dumb hard thing? Taking all 4 kids to Las Vegas (the worst place ever) by myself. With no help. 6 hour drive. It may sound wimpy of me but it was seriously stressful. Every part of it. The hotel alone. Getting around. Sitting at hours of soccer games with Quinn. Find places to eat.Trying not to damage my children with all the terrible sites but still show them some fun. At one point when I was stuck in stopped traffic with a HUGE billboard truck next to us of mostly naked women - I thought. I'm done. This doing hard stuff is LAME. But we got Toy Story going and they were distracted for long enough. But not long enough. I still had to spend all of dinner trying to explain why they have trucks like that and why people do that. Nice.

Here is why do we hard things. Elise probably won't love these pictures but they are awesome. She worked so hard this weekend. And she is so sore to prove it. She loves her soccer team and even though they didn't win they really gave it their all. Quote of the night: "Mom, did you see me foul that girl?" Me: "Yes." E: "That was the best. I was so proud of myself. I just took her down." Should I be proud?