Day 66

Dear Lyle,

Those days just keep marching along.  Yesterday was the superbowl, and although I cared nothing for the game, it was a day that we should have shared with you.  You were gone, absent.  Kara felt it, I felt it.  I was so worried about the day that I invited Jimmy and his family to come up and visit.  I made chili and cream of potato soup.  Ruthie made key lime and a cookies and cream/chocolate pies.  We ate and watched the New York Giants win.  I wondered, were you watching the game? Did you have dinner? 

I didn't feel well at all yesterday. I had a fever, and I was so cold I was shivering.  I had to put extra blankets on the bed.  I tried to get up to go to church, but my teeth chattered so hard I couldn't make it.  So, I missed church.  Attending church and reading my scriptures has been such a balm to my soul, that I really hated missing it, but there was no way I could.  Xander is enjoying church as well.  When I didn't wake him Sunday morning, he actually got up and got dressed himself.  He was ready to go when I came out shaking and saying I didn't think I was going to make it. 

It was definitely a  Monday at work.  Emmy and Gabby are in California on vacation, so I only had 5 kids, but it seemed like I had 20.  Chace is getting to be so rotten.  He's defiant, and obnoxious and horrible.  And, he drives me crazy.  He turns 3 on Friday.  I hope he gets better and soon.

I went to a baby shower with Kara for one of her friends on Saturday.  It was right in the middle of the day, and wound up pretty much taking such a big bite out of my day that I didn't get anything done.  I was having such a hard time with Xander, that I spent the morning crying and then the rest of the day going around with Kara.  What a wasted day.  So, my weekend was really good for nothing, and now it's Monday and you should be here and your not, and I had a bad day.  Not really cause you're not here, although I wish you were, but just in general.

Oh yeah, I'm sure you heard the news, since you're not in jail, but Josh Powell killed himself and his two children in a fiery explosion.  I'm grateful today that you didn't do that. 

Shauna