No Good Very Bad Weekend

Ok so awhile ago I had a no good very bad day.  Now it's a weekend.  It all started on the 11th.  I woke up to the sound of water dripping in my room.  At first I thought maybe I had tipped over a glass of water in the night.  But then I remembered I hadn't brought any water into my room.  I turn over finding my pillow wet.  Ok now I'm worried. I look out my window and there are several inches of water sitting in my window well!  Seeping through the cracks and onto my bed and ground.  I yell for my sister to get my dad.  I get out of bed to find the ground very wet.

Someone, cough parents cough, had left the garden hose on all night.  With the shear amount of water we have received, due to the constant rain, the ground couldn't handle the extra water.  So my room got very wet.

We then spent the rest of the day taking everything out of my room, and I do mean everything.  It was not a very pleasant day.  My closet had to be emptied too.  My things were boxed and distributed into three separate rooms.  They were not boxed by me which means I had no idea where my things ended up.  Luckily very little of my stuff got truly wet.  Most of it was in boxes or on book shelves.

My dad then went on a rampage deciding I don't really need all of my things and that I needed to reduce my stuff to about 10 boxes tops.  Yeah right like that was going to happen. I have spent the better part of the week sleeping on the couch, going through my stuff,  re-boxing most of it and getting rid of a good third of my belongings.  I made it to about 15 boxes.  Most of that went to my mom's because I feared for it's safety at my dad's place.

Well the Sunday after we emptied my room I got up early and went to mission prep.  Take into mind church isn't till 1 pm so I'm not normally up.  Mission prep is at 7:30 am.  I went had a good time came home.  Got back into my pj's and thought about going back to sleep seeing as it was only 9.  My dad then comes down telling my that Nik was at the door.  Now I'm thinking, what!.  Who comes over when they know I'm not normally up for another 3 hours.  If he had come later my parents would have been gone and I would be back asleep. But no he showed up with no warning after the worst day ever.  I told my dad not to leave me alone.  I then talked to him outside.  I was kind of angry with him.  I know that I didn't end things the way I should have.  But I felt it was necessary.  I have chose a different path and he is not a part of it.

Well after he left I then had a talk with my dad.  In which I proceed to cry for an hour or so.  When dad left for church I continued to cry and had a very large bowl of chocolate ice cream.   Jocelyn and I decided to not go to church because I really wasn't up to talking to other people without crying.  We took a very long drive and for that I am grateful.  It really helped.  I slept to and that was good.  I then went to my aunt's and got another dose of healing from my little cousin who let me hold her and give her hugs.  She gave them in return as well.

My brother also called later in the afternoon.  He's in Alaska and it helped a lot to talk to him and his wife and to hear about what they have been doing for the last month.

After the very long day Jocelyn and I watched a chick flick and I ate a box of Oreos all on my own.

It has been a very trying week.