Friday, November 28, 2008
Crying is supposed to be therapeudic
I must admit that I did break down a little bit today and for the first time since Dan left I felt truly alone. My mom and dad came up to spend Thanksgiving with me, and when they left all reserve fled and the tears started to fall...I was alone. Never mind the fact that I have three kids. It was the first time that I seriously considered going home early and just waiting for Dan to join me in Utah. Luckily, I called Dan and cried a bit on his "shoulder" and felt much better so when I looked at the calendar and realized that going home early wasn't going to happen it was okay. Actually, this was a good thing. It has made me re-commit myself to being a better mom while Dan is gone. I've been slacking the last little bit, and so maybe this was a good thing to go through. After all, there are only three more weeks left, and then Christmas. Three weeks is nothing...I can do anything for three weeks (like my little pep-talk to myself?)! So, needless to say, I'm very very thankful for Dan, and my parents, and my little family, and for my friends. Actually, I'm thankful for the phone too. I called a girl in our ward tonight just to talk about ward stuff and was actually prolonging the conversation to just talk...weird for me...very weird. Anyway, it was nice...until the kids started crying and screaming, but I'm sure that is beside the point (besides the point or beside...hmmm...) Maybe crying is therapeutic after all.