Week 2 of the Amac group we shared photos of our youth.  Well, that would be easy for someone that wanted to remember their youth.  I don't have many pictures of my youth.  Unlike my sister that has a beautiful scrapbook, I chose not to keep a lot of memories.  However, I love my sister and so I have kept my memories of her.  (we had some good crazy times!(:)

Week 3, which is next week, we are asked to share our stories.  I don't know if I can do it.  I have tried to erase the memories and move on from the past.  (yes, I know that is not the healthy thing to do) With my life as crazy as it is right now, with a child struggling with health issues, a husband on the brink of losing his job, it is just a wonder that I am not admitted in the mental hospital.

Last night we met with the Welfare Specialist in our ward.  We discussed the budget.  My husband complained about the price of therapy.  I sat and cried.  I finally spoke up and said that my life was worth more than the $320 per month that we are paying for therapy.  My husband was quick to point out that therapy was over $4,000 per year.  If I can be a healthy wife, and mother, then I will more than make up the $4,000 that I am spending.  I remembered a comment that a friend said to me about how she now stands up for her needs.  I am working on that and right now, therapy is a need and a want.  I want to be a happy, healthy Mom!