The overflow at an LDS church is the peanut gallery of evangelical posturing. It's where the parents with 8-10 kids under the age of 5 go so their kids can run, yell, and drool all over the basketball court while someone at the pulpit is blubbering through some nephite reader's digest about how some mo-tard gained acceptance by being kind. (Even though everyone was nice to them afterwards, they were being patronizing and we all know it.)
It's where to go to stare at your phone or iPad without judgement. Where mothers and fathers hold crying children rather than taking the little shit out into the foyer. Where the newlywed couple goes to grope each other or fight quietly about towels or some other "problem", like how he forgot to say good night the night before or some other idiotic, fool hardy errand. It's where the outcast go to be weird and the late comers walk to be unnoticed. Well, they are noticed but only by the weirdos in the overflow. No harm, no foul.
Geez, just saw a young toddler with a short skirt and thigh high socks. She looks like the most adorable whore. Good going, Mom!
I'm usually not this late, usually I can get a place to sit near my parents. My entrance today, however, was very much late and left no recluse with family.
Three children, one after another, just fell. All around me. Each child's cry more loud and annoying than the last.
It's a battlefield here and the battle is not to say anything about someone else's awful parenting. Because you certainly wouldn't want to do that. That would be rude.
It's been a rough week with a weekend that was full up with family staying from out of town. Yay. I had been running around doing a bunch of stuff to the extent that as I as trying to get to bed last night, my back was in such dire straits I could hardly breath without struggling in pain. Now I know back pain, after being in the construction trade for 10 years. It wasn't a slipped disc, this was too high. It wasn't physical damage, the pain wasn't constant. No, this was just a simple pinched nerve, but it was a bad one. Quite painful but nothing a hot shower and a quick neck pop couldn't fix. Although it did fix it, I was left with an incredibly sore back from the pinch in the middle of my back. So Vickie, being full of medication herself, offered me a pain killer. I didn't want the two she offered so I just took one and it knocked my ass to the floor. I didn't wake up until about 15 minutes before church started. Which is fine by myself, but with two little kids who hate getting ready for church is a freaking chore. So here I am. In the back of the church.
Of course the reason for the back pinch really wasn't because of running around. It's just a stressful time. So close to the end, just three more treatments and it seems almost torturous to be so close and have so much more to go.
Oh well, that's the way it goes.
Oh good, the speaker is done. I do have to say I am pretty impressed with the way he could 'liken' (I hate that term, ugh) the story about a kid being bullied and how his older brother made him feel better by talking about it, so some great service was given. Yeah, because talking about stuff solves everything. Bullies love nothing more than words. Buh.
Hyrum you have a way of telling the story like no other person. I love they way you tell it. It's more real and more funny than I can tell it. I wish I could say something that would give you some comfort, condolence or hope for your situation. But because I haven't been able to walk in your shoes. I am unqualified to give much support except that I extend my hope that things will get better.
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