Once again, suprise, I am upset. My husband took us to Logan, UT for a trip after we cleaned the chapel. I told him that I needed barettes, and he said, "can't you get them in Logan?" Sure. I already went most of the day with messy hair so Mary Anne could wear our only hair clip. We went to the bank, to get his hair cut, while I watched the kids, then to Gossners. Then he announced that he was hungry and went to a drive thru, I wondered why he never asked what I wanted. He ordered meals for himself and the kids and nothing for me. He then asked me what MY problem was. I told him that I just assumed that the whole family was eating (Fast Sunday was the next day, so I needed to eat, normally I might not have cared). He said, I should just get out and walk home. I wanted to, but did not telling him that it was too far and I did not want to walk in the dark. So, I would just watch everyone else eat in the car, and I did.
I woke up terribly sick this morning, but got everyone together and out the door anyway. Joseph stayed with me cause he was sivk, too. After dinner, I asked if we could go to a fireside in Ogden that night. He said no. The kids asked if they could go with me, too. Nick had also gotten angry because I signed up to bring a food to the veteran's dinner/party. Joseph was excited to go. I only signed up because he really wanted to go. He said that he would not be going. I told him that actually we all were. Now, Joseph was concerned, he asked if he and I was restricted (which means punished). He promised to never ever sign up for anything again. So, here I am very sick lying on the couch, only wanting to be at the musical fireside in Ogden on families tonight. Also, I am going to start writing music again because of the way faith was described in our Relief Society lesson as only taking root because we try. I want to, above all things, be a composer. Always have always will... oh yeah, the water heater isn't working again, and I never did get any barrettes being told we did not have money to spend on such extravagant things.
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