is that american or swiss?

So the title of this blog is how my brain feels right now. It is a Monday and I am thinking about the immanent weeks to come. This week is busy it feels like. Then next week Justin starts school and I take on the responsibilities of everything he has been doing. Such as taking Lylia to school, and then picking her up, and then making dinner, and then bath time and beyond. This year is going to be a long hard one, but I am hoping it is worth all the work.
I hadn't realized I hadn't posted for a few days until I got on this morning. We really don't do anything worth notating. On Friday we got Lylia some winter gear because it has been as low as the 40's here, and as high as the 70's. This is truly fall, and it is beautiful. The leaves are turning colors all around us. I love being somewhere that feels like home finally. I like feeling in my element. Well I have had braxton hicks I am pretty sure the last two days, only three times, but still they are not pleasant. I don't remember these with Lylia.
I wrote my sister an e-mail one day, and wrote what came into my mind the second it came into my mind, and my sister wrote back laughing about it because she commented that she doesn't understand how my head works. Me neither! I have a thousand things going through it at all times. Hence why when I get pregnant and my memory starts to slip I start to think, "Is that american or swiss?" Oh it is painful to feel so dumb.
Well anyway our scripture study this morning was Matthew 13. We were under more of a time crunch this morning because I hit the alarm three times. But we read enough that I got something out of it. I liked the part about why it is that the Savior talks in Parables. This is something for years that I had wondered about and finally someone told me that it was because it is the easiest way for each of us at different stages of our lives to get something out of it. The parable of the sower never seemed to interest me, and still would not be listed as my favorite story, but it is an interesting visual thought to think that someone is just walking down the street throwing seeds. Of course because they are not given love each one of them to be buried, the birds come and eat them. And how because of this their roots are not deep and they wither. I feel like that sometimes. That unless my heart is in something it withers away. Maybe that is why diets always fail, because you are doing it as not a change of I want to make my body healthy, but rather, I really would like to fit in those pants.
Anyway I was grateful to be reminded of these things this morning. I look forward to the coming parables!