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Weepy Weekend

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Weepy- Jane didn't get to play in her last soccer game. Jane didn't weep. I felt like weeping for her.

Weepy- Saturday I pulled into the church parking lot to drop Sadie off at the Primary Presentation practice. Someone had opened the gate but failed to secure it and as I pulled into the drive it swung into my car, bounced back and slammed into the back of my van. Now, since I haven't had a chance to get the other fender fixed from the woman who clipped me at Sadie's ballet, I have three messed up corners on my new, beautiful van.

Weepy- Saturday night I got to sit all by myself and try to feed Ellyn and Sawyer at the Halloween Potluck. I miss having friends.

Weepy- We woke up very early SO that we could get to church 45 minutes early SO that we could sit near the front SO that we could see Sadie in the previously mentioned PPP. For some reason the children singing upset Ellyn and she kept crying. I stood at the very back of the overflow, holding Ellyn, watching the presentation while Jane played with Sawyer outside the other door. Then, after chasing Sawyer through the halls during Sunday School, as I was about to go in to Relief Society for the big R.S. visiting teaching luncheon I found out the Nursery was looking for me. Ellyn was crying again. I don't know why, which made me really sad. I took Sawyer and Ellyn and went to the van and strapped them in and turned on Oklahoma, which made them both happy.

Then... I had told a member of the bishopbric before church about the van at the suggestion of the brother in the ward that went up to secure the gate yesterday after I hit it(is that understood at all, I don't want to take the time to write it correctly). Anyway Bro. Lund was walking past the van as I was getting out to go get Jane and Sadie. He looked at it and said "You should file that for sure, there is Bro.__, he is the one you should talk to about that." Then he introduced us and left and this Bro. proceeded to tell me with, I'm sure his best intentions, that I was really a very blessed person. My husband had a job, I had a house, benefits, food, etc... and that my scratched up van should be the least of my concerns. I just wanted to make him aware of what happened in case my insurance wanted me to pursue it that way.

Then... I came home and Mike called and he was in a bummer mood and I could do nothing to make him happy because I was already dangerously close to tears myself. AGAIN.

I know I will feel better soon. I want Mike home. My mother in law is right. The first month and the last month are the worst- did she jinx me? It's a possibility.
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