Thanks to a perfect storm of stressors on Sunday (lack of sleep, girls camp, a wonky printer, screaming kids in nursery, a weeks worth of quite possibly the worse PMS of my life) when a friend asked how I was doing while I was making copies in the church library I broke down. It was a biblical amount of tears. Followed by laughter because you know how much I love the ridiculous. And at that moment there was nothing more ridiculous than I. But that was followed by more tears because the problem with the church library is that it is a hub of the ward. People come in and out all day long. And when they come in and see a poor girl weeping they're going to ask how she's doing. Which always, ALWAYS, leads to more tears for me. Nothing makes me cry more than kindness. One after another people kept coming in to check out a picture or get some chalk and they'd see me and ask what was wrong and I would break down all over again. So my dear friends, champions of all crying women everywhere, barricaded us into the library so I could get a grip. They closed the doors and we had a good laugh over the whole thing because we've all been there.
So that was nice, recognizing once again what lovely friends I have. But what is also nice are the plates of cookies I have received this week. Several gals have stopped by because they know that few things soothes the soul better than chocolate chip cookies. It has almost made the whole thing worth it and I am considering have break downs more often.
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So if I'm craving cookies I just come to your ward and cry? Done!
I hope you know I'd make you some cookies but it's that time of year where I'm forbidden to turn on the AC. So I'll send you good vibes instead. I hope everything goes well for you!
I once gave a lesson in Young womens (beehives) about being cheerfull. I had just found out that I had failed at an attempt at artificial insemination and I was sick from the drugs and the emotions and I was very, very weepy. I told the girls that I think Heavenly Father understands that we need to cry sometimes. Girls cry. I cried my way through that entire "happiness" lesson. I'm glad there are people in your life who understand that sometimes we just have to weep. And sometimes that weeping requires chocolate chip cookies. Love to you!
It's nice to know that I'm not the only one that has had a complete meltdown in church. For me it was the day of the Christmas program and I had just had a horrible rehearsal and found out a member of a vocal quartet was at home barfing her guts out. I had mine in the ladies' room, which is also a hub, but I didn't get any cookies out of it. I'm trying the library next time. I hope you are feeling better. I just wish I could hop in the car and bring you some PMS brownies.
I'm utterly devoid of anything relevent to say beyond the startly sense memory I had of the smell of EVERY CHURCH LIBRARY ON EARTH.
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