Weekend Fail/Weekend Hit

Let's start with the weekend fail. This is actually quite depressing.

Hannah doesn't like visiting her dad. She stresses about it for days and comes up with ways to get out of going. When I take her there on Fridays, she wails and bawls and clings to me and begs me to take her back home. She doesn't want to leave anything at his house, probably hoping that she won't have to go back. The whole thing is completely miserable for all of us involved. A few nights ago, this was her prayer: "Heavenly Father, please bless Mom to be ok until I get back from Dad's house." I want to scoop them up and take them home and pretend like we have a perfect life where people don't get divorced, everyone on the playground is nice and chickens don't poop a lot. About once a week I say to myself, Is this really my life?

Alas.

Now that the sad stuff is out there, here are some happy thoughts. 

Some of you may not know that my girls spend every other weekend with Brian. Now you know. In my vast amounts of free time (<---sarcasm), I've taken up hiking. This is Maple Canyon, just up the street from where we live. It was heavenly. I kept singing to myself, "I'm glad that I live in this beautiful world Heavenly Father created for me."


I met up with a former mission companion. Aren't we adorable? We got to serve together two times, which I still think was incredibly lucky. We had a great time and even did some work. 


For $5 at Ikea, you can own one of these fabulous, posable wood people. I keep making up scenarios with them. And I know we are all close enough friends that I can admit this kind of stuff publicly and we'll still be on speaking terms afterward. 


This is how productive I think I will be every week:



Reality:



This is how I think I look when I dance:




Reality:

Comments

Unknown said…
I will be going to IKEA to get me a man. :) SO amazing to see you again. We definitely need to do that more often. Eres la mejor.
September 23, 2012 at 10:42 AM
Jennifer Walker said…
You make me laugh, sista! I am sad about Hannah and her dad--I hope it's just a phase? I love you!
September 29, 2012 at 1:36 PM
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