We just finished a long but way too short but kind of long weekend with Granana, Gov, Grandma, and Grandpa in town. We celebrated Ethan's 12th birthday on Friday night at the giant trampoline complex in town, then had a cousin sleepover at our house that night, then the girls had dance rehearsals all morning and afternoon on Saturday, then Granana and Gov flew in that morning, then we had everyone over for dinner that night, then we got to bed WAY too late (after Lauren and I had to make a last minute late-night run to Wal Mart because all of her church shoes were missing, and let's face it, Wal Mart has a bad selection so it was pointless anyway) then Ethan was ordained with the Aaronic Priesthood at church on Sunday.....
And I'm too tired to write anymore about it. I stayed up way too late working on school work, washing, ironing, cutting, and pinning fabric for quilts, watched a lot of X Files on Netflix while working on quilts (I have such a crush on Fox Mulder), and rather than sleep, I researched more and more and more about the three possible graduate programs I will be applying for this fall. I'm so stressed about it because I have a lot riding on it, I have one shot to get in, my chances are slim (in one of the PhD programs that I really want to get into, I have about a 5/78 chance of being admitted). Gosh I'm tired and my brain hurts.
And this weekend my parents and I did much sitting around talking (which I love) and crying about life (which I hate) and namely the children that we have collectively lost. It's crazy to think that I've lost a child, just like my parents lost a child. You NEVER want to have that in common with your parents, ever.
Today I checked the kids out of school for lunch and we went to our favorite Mexican restaurant as one last hurrah with Granana and Gov before they had to catch their flight home tonight. Before they left this evening and then after, my heart ached as I said goodbye again. They are both getting older and I never know what will happen to them between now and when I see them again. I hate it.
Angus went with us to the airport and was in hysterics when Granana and Gov got out of the car and walked into the terminal. He sure loves his grandparents, but he has been super depressed since they left! Me too, Buddy. Me too.
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