Posted by:
Queen of Denial
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Date: December 26, 2011 04:36PM
The boys and I spent the weekend at our friend’s house a couple of weeks ago. I had made the decision to go to church with them for various reasons, one being that I didn’t want to hang at their house for three hours alone. Plus, the last time my friend and her kids came to see us, they chose not to go to church even though I let her know the address of the local mormon church. She decided to hang with us. So, I thought I’d compromise too.
I dressed the boys nice, but not in ties. We sat in the last row of the overflow and I didn’t have any adverse reactions other than being BORED. This was major progress for me because the previous few times I went to a sacrament meeting since abandoning mormonism, I’d had some mild panic attacks and felt like puking.
I had let my oldest bring a book to keep him quiet and the youngest some paper and colored pencils. I thought they did great. Then, near the end of the meeting, my youngest says to me, in a fairly loud voice:
“Momma? Why are all those people pretending to cry?”