Things have definitely started getting to me. I realize that I can't do it all and I have been feeling like the only people that really care about me are 1000's of miles away. The house is a mess all the time, I am running non-stop until 8 or 9 every night and the only night I have off- Saturday- never turns out to be a night off. I am either trying to please my kids by doing a sleepover or taking them to parties or doing stuff for church until 1 in the morning. Tonight it all came to a head, but amazingly just like my favorite talk by Elder Holland this last conference, there were angels there ready to comfort me. One friend brought me dinner all made for tomorrow since I had mentioned in passing that we weren't eating so well. One friend took my son over to her house to play for the day and then when I went over there to get him, let me cry and talk to her and fed me fruit tarts. The other day a friend told her husband that I had told her that I was craving donuts and he went and bought me some and gave them to her to give to me. One friend IM-ed me today and then called later to make sure I was OK- all the way from Hawaii. These are real friends. These are my angels when I am having such a tough time. I am so thankful that the Lord blessed me with them to take care of me.
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Your quote, not mine “I used to get told all the time that people thought I was a snob. Nope, just shy.”
I wouldn't say your shy, just grouchy and moody on days that end in Y. Remember, the only way to have a friend is to be one.
“When any fit of gloominess, or perversion of mind, lays hold upon you, make it a rule not to publish it by complaints.” -Samuel Johnson
you momma and daddy thank your friends also and your wonderful home teachers, as we can not be close to help. love Mom
I am so sad to read this almost a month after it was written!!! I have had to take a break from reading blogs while I was doing a big volunteer job for Eli's school (just finished the bulk of it yesterday).
When I drop off your painting, I am definitely kidnapping your crockpot & bringing it back to you filled up. (Something I enjoyed someone doing for me a few years ago.) Debby, I hope the time flies until Rob gets home. You're doing such an amazing job. You're so inspiring. I hope you don't feel alone.
Love ya!
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