After the playground and another tantrum from Abigail about needing more milk for her oatmeal (and then that some of it spilled on the table so she needed even more milk and needed a napkin to clean the table), I lost my patience with her. Then I put Brady down for a nap and climbed in my bed. Abigail came to me shortly after and just hugged me. Then we read a few books and I took a nap while she played quietly by herself. I need to get some more iron pills. I'm sick of being so tired 24/7.
When I woke up, we got ready and dropped the kids off and went to the temple. I've cried a lot of tears on the last 36 hours. In bed, in the car, at the library, and lots and lots and lots at the temple tonight. Thanks to the sweet sister that put her arm around me tonight at the end of the session. I never even saw her face but was grateful for her kind gesture.
I wasn't planning to go to St. George for the funeral but at the temple, I felt like I should. For me. It's out of my comfort zone because I hate leaving my kids and I'm in for a whole lot of hours in the car, and I'm sad to be missing out on stuff I have going on here in Parker. But I feel like I need to go. I'm thankful we were able to work out childcare and that I'm able to go. Hopefully all goes well. I feel more than a little bit emotionally fragile right now.
But on a lighter note, when John came home tonight, we were just about to leave. Seeing him, Abigail says "hey! We're going... You missed out." And then kept repeating it to me about how uncle John really missed out.
Hopefully that's what she says to me when I get back from St. George.
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