We each had brought something yummy and boy did I enjoy sitting and catching up with some of my dearest friends. The problem: the twins wouldn't stop fussing. I bounced one of them while Jo rocked the other. Then Sarah walked around with one while Kenna swiveled with the other. Then Vhari burped one while I nursed the other. It was a lot of crying, juggling, and spit-up.
I'm sure the girl's didn't mind the fussing because they are kind and sweet and good like that. But I was going insane. I had so looked forward to enjoying myself and here I was frantically trying to pound the burps (or toots, I'd have taken anything at that point) out of the universe's gassiest twins. It was not what I had anticipated the evening going like.
I returned home stressed, saddened, and exhausted. I had so been looking forward to a break, but instead it was a mess. I had a good cry and wondered what I should do. Elder Ballard's counsel to mothers came to my mind, "Water cannot be drawn from an empty well, and if you are not setting aside a little time for what replenishes you, you will have less and less to give to others, even to your children."
Wise counsel. And yet, I had been trying to replenish myself and it certainly did not work. Folks, I need me some water in my well. What do you do to replenish? I could certainly use some advice. What can I do to replenish myself despite the chaos?