Tough Couple of Weeks

Wow... it hasn't been the best couple of weeks around here. Everyone knows that we have had a major stomach bug this week, but last week was a tough one emotionally.

First of all, I should say that in 17 years of marriage, Barry and I have never had a fight. We have disagreed over things, and we might even raise our voices on occassion, but we don't fight. We don't call each other names and let the heat of the moment carry us away. That being said, we had a big disagreement last week! I still won't call it a fight, because it wasn't, but things were a bit tense for a few days. I hate that feeling more than anything, too. The timing of this incident was incredibly bad, too... right before I had to leave for YW (and I was responsible for part of the actvity that night, as well). I am an emotional person, and so whether I am happy, sad, hurt or angry, I tend to cry! I am sure that I was pretty scary looking by the time I showed up at the church... I had cried half the way there, and was fighting hard to pull myself together. I managed, we had a fun time with the girls, and by the end of the activity, I was actually laughing with them. I love my Laurels!

If the night had ended there, it wouldn't have been so bad, but it only got worse. One of the bishopric members pulled me aside just as I was about to leave, and released me from YW (and then called me to teach RS... what???). I was so devastated, all I could do was leave quickly before anyone saw me crying my eyes out... again! I'm still not "over" it, but I'm coming to terms with it. I know that sounds silly, but I love my girls, and I will miss working with them so much. They inspire me, and make me want to be a better person. I have thoroughly enjoyed watching them become all that they are. Some of these girls I have been blessed to work with for over 3 years now, and I have seen them grow from little girls to beautiful young women. But, more importantly, I've seen their testimonies grow, and their love of the Savior grow.

Well, to make a long story short, Barry and I both had the day off the following Friday, and we were able to spend time together, and that was nice. Our leisurely afternoon was cut short, though, when he got called to come into work that night. He grabbed a couple hours of sleep, then headed out the door shortly after the kids got home. He worked again on Saturday night, and then on Labor Day as well. He and the boys did go over to watch the Auburn game on Saturday night with the Mayfield gang... and in hindsight, that probably wasn't the best idea! Hee hee!! The result of that was the major yuckiness that has plagued us this week.

On Sunday evening, between work and yuckiness, we had an opportunity to go on a family walk. Megan cracks me up... she is such a tom-boy, and the child HATES to have shoes on. I got this fun shot of her, walking down the road: