Tuesday, September 4, 2012

August 31

Well today was not one of our better days.  I woke up this morning and just fell apart.  I was teary as soon as I opened my eyes.  I made Scott have one of our 'talks' that he loves so much.  He is so patient with me.  He just listens, commiserates, and lets me find solutions.  There was really nothing wrong; I was just tired.  We have been working 10 to 12 hour days.  We are at the Service Center by 8:30 and this week we were with the young adults until at least 7 every night except Monday.  Everyone thinks I am such an extrovert, but I am not.  Extroverts are energized by people and crowds.  I love people, but I am not energized by them, and crowds just drain me.  I had had no alone time to re energize and it showed on Friday morning.  One of my favorite things to do is lay in bed and talk with Scott in the early mornings.  Most of the time I think he likes it too, but this morning wasn't one of those days.

We made it to the office by about 9:15.  We had been there less than thirty minutes when Scott stands up, looks at me and says, "I am going home."  "What?"  "I am going home; I have had it"  He just picked up and left.  Guess he needs alone time sometimes too.  How do men do it?  They can't cry.
He felt much better after about two hours some of which was a nice nap.

My husband is a great companion.

As we were about to leave the office Sister Whitehead was working on a booklet she needed to get ready for the primary school teachers.  She was a little frustrated, so I stayed to help her finish. It was after 6 when we got home.  About ten minutes after we got home our phone rang and it was Sister Whitehead seeing if we wanted to go out to eat.  I had already put on some leftover stew, so I just told her to get some rolls and come over.  We ate stew, a wonderful fruit salad made from papaya, mango, pineapple, and bananas, and the rolls.  We watched a movie afterwards.  It was a lovely evening.  The Whiteheads are a lovely couple.  I especially enjoy Elder Whiteheads sense of humor.

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