I Can (?) Do Hard Things

This last week was hard, but I made it. Master Fob moved out last Monday. Friday afternoon was the first time I took the kids over to his place. One of the hardest parts of the whole thing was actually getting in our car. We don't have much privacy here and the only way to get everyone and their stuff out to the car was to walk right by the playground where a bunch of women from my ward were sitting around with their kids. And of course they all wanted to know where we were going, since we had suitcases and stuff. I think we just mumbled something and kept going. And then I had to leave the kids at their dad's house and drive away all by myself. I'm really glad that I invited some friends over that night, because it gave me something to do. I love to cook for people, and they repaid my hospitality by listening to me talk for nearly four hours. Saturday I did a bunch of things that are hard to do with kids, like going to the library's annual book sale and deep cleaning the house. But I still got lonely. But I survived. The kids survived. I picked them up this morning and we went to church. I'm learning that action is better than inaction. Last week the primary asked if I could play the piano for them while their regular pianist is on "maternity leave" for a few weeks. I said yes because I love to play and because it seemed like a refuge from the well-meaning questions of other people that I'm not ready to answer yet. Then I started to worry because I had Little Dude with me. But he just sat on the floor behind the piano and played the whole time, and I was glad to be able to serve others, and it was helpful to me to be needed. Everything feels so wrong lately, but I was glad for a chance to do something right for a change.