Mr. Darcy left for a business trip on Wednesday and we’ve all been sorely missing him ever since. He comes home tonight, thank the maker! Every morning, Kitty comes into my room, notices he is missing, and whimpers “When is Daddy coming home?!!!”. Every night at dinner when the kids and I are all very sick of each other, I ask the same thing.
So, it’s been busy and I have not found any spare time to blog since he left.
However, gloriously, the weekend he was gone also fell on General Conference weekend. So, I didn’t have to take the kids to church today, we just plopped ourselves on the sofas and/or floor and basked in our TV’s warm glowing warming glow.
General Conference weekends are my favorite, and not just because I can watch church in my pajamas. Saturday morning’s session was amazing. Every six months I remember how much I need one of these men to adopt me. President Eyring/Uchtdorf/Elder Holland?? I’m sure one of you would like one more daughter and five more adorbsables grandchildren?! Wouldn’t you? My kids don’t even know they have grandparents on my side, so they would never suspect a thing!
I’m a nice girl, born to badly parents. And I’ve tried, but no matter how old I get I cannot shake the giant black hole of sorrow where my Loving Relationship With My Parents should be. And I stuff the ache full of chocolate and ice cream most of the year, but every six months at conference I hear you men speak adoringly of your families, or your parents, your grandchildren. And The Want inside me becomes so big that no dessert could possibly fill it.
My family line is society’s slime, the stuff you step in and then try to scrape off into the grass to keep from tracking it into your home. The filth, the deviants, the Sanduskys… I come from a long line of garbage ancestors and we don’t speak adoringly of them. We don’t speak of them at all, if we can help it.
I think I will put this ad in The Church News:
ISO a nice General Authority wanting to adopt a grown woman and her children. No money or gifts required, but maybe we can come to your family reunions and just sit back and watch a functional family do its thing. Will pay extra if you learn my kids’ names and actually remember them.
Too weird, I suppose.
The Tabernacle Choir sang “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing” which is my favorite hymn ever. I cried and cried and had to hide from my kids because I was on the verge of Ugly Cry. It is beautiful.
Anyway, conference was great, as usual. I have work to do. President Uchtdorf says I need to forgive. President Eyring says I need to endure to the end. I will pretend that these men are my real fathers, giving me loving, personal advice, and I will do my best to follow it. Although, I worry that it might take as long to forgive as it takes to endure.