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Easton didn’t have school yesterday, and Jacob was supposed to go to work, but at 10am when I was still sleeping and the boys hadn’t disturbed me, I realized that Jacob had stayed home. I love it when he lets me sleep in. He kept me up all night the night before because he was tossing and turning and couldn’t sleep which made me unable to sleep to. So he had to let me sleep in or else. I ended up getting up at 11, and he went to the gym. The boys played outside with their friends for a while, and I sat downstairs watching them out the window and reading my scriptures. Then Adam texted me and told me that he’s moving to Idaho, which just annoyed me because he follows his family everywhere they go with no regard for the fact that his children live in Las Vegas. He doesn’t see them as it is, and now he’ll see them about twice a year. Not my problem, I realized. He followed his family to Cedar City, and as soon as they all started moving to Boise, I just KNEW he would up and follow them, and then tell me that it’s just the right thing to do. And I shouldn’t care but I just feel like he should be closer to his boys, and he keeps moving and changing his mind about things all the time. Yes, we get along fine, and yes, I think he’s a good dad when he sees the kids, but he hardly sees them, and that just boggles my mind that someone could live without seeing or talking to their children for months at a time. Anyway, I don’t mean to talk bad – I do think Adam is a good guy (from what I can see, anyway). I just don’t get his reasoning. And this is my journal, so I can say what I want about what frustrates me. The boys loves him, and they need to feel like they are just as important as the other people in his life. After he texted me, I was still sitting on the couch with the window open when suddenly some man started screaming at the top of his lungs, yelling at his child. It was so loud, and I could hear it in my house and hear everything that he was saying. So could anyone else that may have been within a block. Apparently his child had tried to help him bring in groceries and she picked up a jug of water and accidentally dropped it. The water went spilling out, and he started screaming at her. I felt so bad for her. She was just trying to help. She was about 5 or 6 years old. Then he started cussing, and my kids and the neighbors are just standing there staring with wide eyes. I’m was watching him from my window, and I see his wife standing at the door, and she must have told him to quiet down or watch his mouth in front of the other children because then he said, “I don’t effing care if there are other kids around.” He screamed that for all to hear, so I got up and went outside and said, “Excuse me but can you watch your mouth while there are children playing outside?” He was being so loud and causing a disturbance in our quiet neighborhood, and it was rude and completely indecent to be yelling like that for all of us around to have to listen to. Well after I asked him to watch his mouth, he said, “Why don’t you just go back in your house and shut up?!” Yes, he was a real charmer. After he said that I heard Jacob running downstairs to see who just told his wife to shut up, and he was completely ready to go out there and tell this guy to not talk to his wife like that, but I pushed him back inside so that he wouldn’t start anything else with this irrational man. I don’t care that the guy told me to shut up. I don’t, however, think it is appropriate or considerate to be screaming expletives at the top of his longs for the entire neighborhood to hear, particularly a bunch of little children. I feel bad for the wife and children that live in that home. He clearly has no respect for them, and that is just a sad way to live. It makes me sad to think that children are treated like that. The poor little girl was just trying to help her dad bring in groceries. I’m sure she gets beat by that crazy man.

After that incident, and after Jacob finally calmed down, we got ready to go to Amanda’s for dinner. She bought a new dining table, so she gave us her old one. We went over to pick it up, and then she fed us dinner. She furnished and fed us. She’s such a sweetheart. The table is bigger than the one I have, and my chairs already match it perfectly. We’re going to turn our old table into a bench for the table, and then we’ll be able to seat 7.

This morning after we got back from walking Easton to school, I got started on sanding my old kitchen table. It had a really bad paint job, and I’ve been itching to refinish a piece of furniture. I was thinking of turning it into a coffee table, but Jacob had suggested a bench for the table, and that is a much better idea. We just have to cut the table down and trim the legs to the right height. So I spent the day sanding and running to Lowe’s to get stuff to paint it. I’ll probably start all that later in the week after Jacob trims the table down. Tonight we went and watched Jacob play church b-ball. The boys love to go, and they don’t watch but they love to run around with the other kids. It was a fun time. Now I’m off to bed and to think of my table that is just waiting to be refinished.