This last week was the worst.
On Sunday I had to speak in church. Normally I like public speaking, but it just didn't go as well as I'd hoped. Basically my talk was short. WAY too short. And then I had to substitute for a random class in Primary (with no prior warning). It was just stressful.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday... Not too bad. Except that I think I cried every night for one reason or another. (I'm just really emotional some times. Or all the time.)
I had high hopes that things would start looking up as the weekend got closer (even though Patrick would be gone on Thursday and Friday for some training). But Thursday wasn't any better. In fact, it was even worse. I was in charge of this Relief Society activity that was an absolute fail. I made the best of it, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it was incredibly stressful and disappointing.
I finally made it to Friday night. Patrick came home hot, sweaty, and exhausted, but he was home. And even if he was just crashed in the bedroom- he was home. And I love having him home.
Saturday was filled with just getting stuff done. Nothing too exciting, but I did get to spend time with Patrick. Instead of a date that night we babysat for another couple from church. I hate babysitting, but I said yes because this other woman sounded absolutely desperate for a date with her husband. And I can understand that.
With as much anxiety as I had about babysitting.. it was even worse than I expected. Their little girl screamed for 5 hours. The parents came home to a quiet house (I'd finally gotten her to sleep about 10 minutes before they arrived) but a red and blotchy faced Tarah that was too traumatized to even be able to carry on a coherent conversation. Talk about the cherry on top of an awful week!
The good news is that after Saturday night caring for two puppies seems significantly easier. And I don't have any babysitting this week :) So even though it was NOT a wonderful week, I still think it's a wonderful life.
