Well, not one of the best Saturdays I've had. But, I got to spend time with the kids. So, not all bad. Fought back some tears while playing with them.
I am in a funk. Not depressed. Just disappointed and tired. I will keep going once I pick myself up again. I am much less certain of the result (not that I was certain before, but it felt (I am really getting where I don't like that word a lot lately) like there was improvement in our R.
W tried a few/several times to engage me in conversation. Sorry, but not today. I just don't care right now. Or, I just hurt too much right now. In either case, not much conversation with W today at all.
W announced as she went off to "her" room that she was getting up in the morning for church, so "if anybody was up and wanted to go," she would "be happy to take them." How she squares her decision to leave without any C with what my understanding of my religion says about God hating D is simply not understandable.
I was thinking yesterday about how W has always been the one of us to get everyone to go to church and to emphasize how important it was to go, but in 13 years of M, I have not once seen her read the Bible. In fact, I have never even seen a Bible she called her's. I honestly don't think she has one. By no means am I "holier" than her, and I am not being judgmental here. I am just making an observation about something that struck me as odd.
