So by the time Thursday rolled around I was feeling really, really sick.  All I could do was lay around on the couch and sleep.  I had no desire to eat anything and had no energy.  I was also having a really hard time getting myself to even want to take the study drug.  By this point I have tried two of the three nausea medications that I was given and neither seemed to do any good other than to make me constipated.  This morning I emailed the study coordinator to let her know what was going on and that I wasn't sure I wanted to continue on the study if it doesn't get better.  The nurse practitioner called me back shortly after that and we talked about some things we could try.  She had me get the last prescription filled and said to take it 30 minutes before I take the veliparib.  She also decided to send me down to the clinic to get some I.V. fluids with anti-nausea medication as well.  My kids were off-track at this time so I was able to leave them home and go over to the satellite clinic.  After some problems with the nurse not quite knowing what she was doing with using my port things went fine and I was able to get the fluids and I felt quite a bit better afterwards.  I also was given a prescription to take at night that is supposed to increase my appetite so I will feel like eating again.

By this point in the week I had skipped out on mutual on Wednesday night and ended up canceling soccer practice on Thursday.  I also was supposed to teach a combined YW lesson on Sunday but found someone to trade with me so I can concentrate on feeling better.  I had been contacted by my relief society president on Thursday morning so I emailed her back and let her know what was going on as well and we decided to have a few meals brought in until I felt better.  So she brought the first meal that night which was a great help.  My poor husband has been going to work and then getting home around 6:15 in the evening with me on the couch, the house a mess and the kids hungry.

I'm reminded again today just have fragile life is...

On my drive to my infusion this morning (I left around 6:15 a.m.), I heard a news report on the radio that there had been an auto-pedestrian accident at an intersection very close to my house.  I didn't think much about it until my husband called around 8:00 a.m. to tell me that that section of road was blocked off (and this was more than an hour after I first heard about the accident).  I looked around on the internet to see if I could find any news reports on the accident and the only thing I found was what I already knew.  Then on my drive home I purposely drove by that section of road and it was still blocked off - there was a fire truck there and they were hosing down a section of the road.  When I got home I found that the news report had been updated and that it was a middle school gym teacher who was jogging to school and had been hit and killed!  I knew immediately that it was M&M's gym teacher.  He is in our church stake and I have frequently seen him jogging to or from the school for work.  He has been teaching at the school for 17 years.  We have seen him frequently outside of the school setting at church events and he has a son that was in the marching band with M&M.  Right after I had read that news report I got a message from M&M confirming that it was in fact her teacher.  This was her response after I asked a few questions:

"It was really sad, we passed it on our way to seminary. A couple of girls in our class were there when it happened, and when they came in they were shaking, so when our class found out it was pretty much dead silent."

I had just been commenting over the last month or two about how neat (and strange at the same time) it was to see so many people that we associate with on a non-church level at church functions.  I have seen M&M's gym teacher at numerous events both with the church and marching band in the last little while.  Even though I did not associate with him on a personal level, I am saddened to think about those people that he was close to and how it will affect them.  It really brings to home the fact that life is so very fragile and any of us can be taken home to our Heavenly Father at any time.  That fact hit me really hard last year when I was first diagnosed with cancer and even though my life has been prolonged for the moment, it is events like these that make me realize that I need to be grateful for every second that is given to me and spend my time and energy on those things and people that are most important to me.  

My thoughts and prayers are with this teacher's family & friends at this time.  I hope they will find peace and feel of Heavenly Father's love.

Here is a really good talk given by Brad Wilcox about the Grace of Jesus Christ - excellent analogy and explanation.

I have always been a fan of Elder Dallin H. Oaks of our LDS Quorum of the 12 Apostles. I recently picked up his newest book titled, "Life's Lessons Learned".  It is a relatively short book with short chapters on different things that he has learned throughout his life.  There were a couple of topics that particularly hit me that I want to share.

"Faith, no matter how strong it is, cannot produce a result contrary to the will of him whose power it is. The exercise of faith in the Lord Jesus Christ is always subject to the order of heaven, to the goodness and will and wisdom and timing of the Lord." (page 8)

This says to me that no matter how badly you may want (or not want) something, no matter how much faith you have that something will come to pass, it is ultimately up to God. Elder Oaks even mentions when Christ was suffering in the Garden of Gethsemane how he asked the Father to let the cup pass from him if it was his will. But ultimately God's will was fulfilled that Christ had to suffer there in the garden completely.

Here is another quote that I liked from the book and this one really identifies how I feel:

"Adversity is an occasional or even a constant companion for each of us throughout our lives. We cannot avoid it. It is a reality - and indeed one of the purposes - of mortal life. What is important is how we react to it. Will our adversities bear us down, or will we go forward relying on the promise of God, who does not shield us from every adversity but who gives us the guidance and strength that makes it possible for us to endure and progress?

"Some people exploit their adversities to encourage others to look on them with pity and to place them in a special category that excuses nonperformance. Others, as father Lehi taught, accept their adversities and go forward, relying on God's blessings to help them do their best." (page 71)

This quote says to me that part of our test here on earth is to see how we will respond to adversities that are placed in our paths. I don't ever want to be seen as someone who just gave up and didn't endure her trials well. I know that the Lord will help to give me the strength to go through anything and I want my children to see that and know that they too can do hard things and have the faith to endure well.

I have not blogged a lot about anything to do with religion and my beliefs, but at this point I think that I need to explain some of what I believe as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS or Mormon).

Many people are still amazed with how well I seem to be doing and how I have dealt with this trial of cancer so far. While it is definitely not something that I ever expected to go through at this age, I strongly believe that my family and I are going through this trial for a reason and that we will be stronger because of it.

President Henry B. Eyring of our LDS leadership gave an excellent talk in the last General Conference, that is now entitled "Mountains to Climb", which expresses a lot of how I feel. He mentions the importance of having a "foundation of faith" that will help sustain us through our trials. Here is a quote from his talk that expresses how I feel, "If we have faith in Jesus Christ, the hardest as well as the easiest times in life can be a blessing. In all conditions, we can choose the right with the guidance of the Spirit. We have the gospel of Jesus Christ to shape and guide our lives if we choose it. And with prophets revealing to us our place in the plan of salvation, we can live with perfect hope and a feeling of peace. We never need to feel that we are alone or unloved in the Lord’s service because we never are. We can feel the love of God. The Savior has promised angels on our left and our right to bear us up. And He always keeps His word."

I strongly believe that the Lord gives us our specific trials for specific reasons and that if we endure them well, our faith will be strengthened and we will be blessed. That does not mean that the trials will always end how we would like them to or that they will be removed from us. The Lord's ways are higher than ours and He knows the beginning and the end. I know that He will help me and my family to get through this trial, whatever the outcome may be, and that He will always be there to help lift and support me and anyone who asks for His help.

Sometimes I think that people don't believe me when I say that I am doing fine, but that is the truth. I may not like what I am having to go through right now, but I feel at peace with it and that is enough for me. For me that means that I will carry on as best as I can everyday that is given to me. I have been blessed in so many ways that there is no way I could be angry with God.  We will always be in His debt.

On Sunday I was watching a show with the kids and it quotes one of the Psalms in the Bible which really hit me this time around. It is Psalm 23:

"1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever." (Old Testament, Psalms, Psalm 23)

How many times have I heard this psalm either through reading it or through song and it hasn't hit me before like this time that I heard it? To me this passage of scripture means that the Lord will always be there for me. When I follow Him down the paths of righteousness He will be there to guide me and to strengthen me. Because of this, there is nothing to fear! I will always be blessed for doing what is right! That is the promise we are given. (And no that doesn't mean that the blessing will always be immediate. Sometimes we have to wait for it, but we are promised that blessings will come.)

I've been trying to put together a blog post for some time and I'm getting close to posting it. I think I will divide it up into parts though because it is pretty long and I know when I am faced with reading a long blog post or article, I usually end up just skimming it and don't feel I have the time to spend reading the whole thing thoroughly. So here is the first part of what I would like to post. Stay tuned for more entries!

I have always been a happy person as far back as I can remember. I don't think I have ever been depressed. I have had down days of course but I don't think I would ever call it depression. I don't bear grudges for very long and am not offended very easily. I am always laughing at myself and sometimes it drives my husband crazy at how easily I laugh at the mistakes that I make. I feel that life is too short to get angry at myself for mistakes that we all make because we are human. Quite often I will appear angry to my kids and then turn my head and smile or laugh because I am just appearing angry to get them to do something. I think that my attitude towards life has helped me a lot throughout this trial of cancer that I am going through. I loved President Hinckley and how happy he always was and that he was always cracking jokes. He is one of my heroes and I hope I can always emulate his attitude towards life.

When I was hospitalized for several days following my surgery I had the opportunity to interact with many different nurses and healthcare workers. I will always remember one of the nurses that took care of me one night. I think it was Friday night (my 3rd night there). I had two night nurses that were very interested in talking with me and hearing my story - how I discovered the cancer and the treatments that I had been through up to that point. One of the nurses after she heard my story asked me a question that made me stop and think. She asked, "How can you be so happy and still laugh after all you have been through?" I didn't realize until she asked me that question that I really am a happy person and that I love life, no matter what gets thrown at me. I have thought about that question a lot since that night and I hope to answer that question a little over some of the next posts that I write.

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To swim or not to swim, that is the question! I signed up the older 4 kids for swimming lessons and they started on Monday. The oldest two have their lessons first for a half hour and then the middle two kids have their turn. I knew that it would be difficult sitting on the side of the pool with the two youngest kids, trying to entertain them and keep them out of the pool. I had quite the time at their first lesson and am debating now if I should just pay for me and Kay to use the pool and then let the younger two get in the water. The problem is that I definitely can't wear my wig in the pool and I think it would look weird if I were to wear a hat in an indoor pool! The other kids can swim before and after their lessons for free and MJ would be free because she is under 4. Kay is kind of bummed that I didn't sign her up for lessons so maybe in the fall I will look into putting her in some lessons while the other kids are in school.

Tonight I went to our Relief Society activity. I really debated whether I wanted to go or not. I haven't been to many Relief Society activities since I was diagnosed with cancer and I think it is because I don't want people making a big deal of me showing up and singling me out among the group. I finally decided at the last minute to go and I had a good time talking with some people that I haven't interacted with much lately. I'm glad that I made the decision to go. We have a lot of neat sisters in our ward.

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Last Thursday I went to the dentist for the first time since my diagnosis of cancer. They advise you to avoid the dentist if possible during chemo treatments because of the added risk of infection with any dental work. This was just a routine cleaning, but my Huntsman doctor also wanted the dentist to be aware of the Avastin treatment that I am on and the increased risk of osteoneucrosis of the jaw. He made sure that they took x-rays so that he could look at the bone but he didn't seem too concerned with me developing the problem. He said that it is a problem that usually doesn't show itself unless some kind of dental surgery or tooth extraction has taken place and then for some reason the bone just doesn't heal. He said that I just need to be extra careful of my teeth and gums and make sure that I continue to brush and floss regularly so that we don't have to worry about any type of dental work in the near future. He said that if I do need any kind of work done, such as an extraction, that he would send me to a dental surgeon to make sure that I get the best, specialized care possible.

I wore my new wig to church on Sunday. This was the first time that I have worn the shorter wig to something where a lot of people that know me would see me. I got a lot of compliments on it and I think it will make the transition to my real hair a little easier and less drastic of a change. There was even someone who asked if I had gotten my hair cut and colored! I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that so I just said that I got a new hairdo... I also had a couple of people who said that at first they thought that I had just cut and restyled my original wig.

Today I put my shorter wig on to go somewhere and Kay told me that she wanted me to wear the other one because the hair was longer and prettier! I'm not sure how to respond to that! Some girls interpret longer hair as prettier hair, so maybe she is just expressing that feeling. I think I will stick with the shorter wig because it is a little cooler to wear since it is shorter and I don't want to be changing my hairstyle every couple of days. I am a little more nervous wearing it though because it is shorter and I need to pay special attention to making sure it is on correctly and that the hair is laying flaton my head. It also doesn't have ear tags that pull down in front of my ears so it is harder to tell if it is on straight.

And can I just say that it is hard putting sunglasses on when you are wearing a wig!! I have to use two hands to make sure that I get the sides on top of the wig, over my ears and that I pull some of the wig hair down over the sunglasses frame.


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The girls looked beautiful in their Easter dresses today! I think that these were the fanciest and most involved dresses that I have done so far. I will be posting pictures of them on my family blog in the next day or two if you are interested in seeing them. It is nice to have them done and out of the way now so I can work on some other things! Church was kind of crazy for some reason today. MJ wouldn't go to nursery without me or DH staying with her and then Kay wouldn't sit still in sharing time and kept running back to sit with me and she kept having me take her out to the bathroom. During Sacrament Meeting, DH ended up taking MJ home because she wouldn't calm down and quit screaming! The 11-2 time slot can be hard with lunch time and nap time!

After church we went to my parents' house for Easter dinner and an Easter egg hunt for the kids. We also had some cake and ice cream for my mom's birthday which was on Thursday. Now I'm ready for bed!

Hair update: The hair on my head is trying to come back, but it is definitely happening very slowly. Other than that my arms and legs are pretty smooth and hair-free still.

More General Conference today. It's hard trying to keep the kids quiet and entertained while trying to watch the sessions. Thankfully MJ napped during the afternoon session so it was a little bit quieter. I have been able to do some hand sewing on the dresses while listening so I am getting closer to finishing. I just need to hand sew on the middle girls' dresses and then M&M's needs to be hemmed and I need to buy some ribbon for it.

After conference we went to my parents' for dinner. My sister's family was there as well and we had a good visit. I can't believe it is only one week until Easter! And Kay's birthday is this Friday! Man I have a lot to do this week to get ready for both!

Soccer games again this morning. This time we had one at 10:30 (which the other team didn't show up to) and then two games at 11:00. Sometimes it's nice to have them overlap because then you're not spending the whole day at games. General Conference today as well. I listened to some of the morning session in the car while watching M&M's game, but we also recorded it to watch later. M&M and I made some doughnuts this evening while DH was at the priesthood session. They were really good!

My eyes started really bothering me and watering while I was finishing up bathing the kids. It only lasted a few minutes, but then I felt really tired afterwards and went to bed earlier than I usually do.

Tired again. Church went well and afterwards I went to visit a family from the ward and then went to choir practice for the first time since my diagnosis. It was good to be back singing again. There is one number for the Easter program coming up in two weeks that the primary will be singing that has a flute part to go with it. I have yet to pull out my flute and try playing it. I'll have to do that in the next couple of days to see if I want to play along with the primary or not. I think my biggest obstacle with playing the flute is whether or not my diaphram has completely healed and if I have the lung capacity that I need to play well. I also have pain occasionally around my lungs where my liver and diaphram were operated on.

I woke up this morning with my face all broken out in pimples! What is up with that?!?

Today we had stake conference, so 2 hours of trying to keep the kids quiet and entertained while we listened to some speakers. I had the inspiration while I was at the dollar store the other day to buy some stickers and some notepads for the girls. That actually worked for a while and stake conference wasn't quite the circus that it has been in years past. After church I made some jello salad and some homemade ice cream and rested for a bit before we headed to my parents' for dinner. Unfortunately I had a chemo brain moment just before we left and slammed my son's hand in the trunk of the van and didn't even realize that he was yelling in pain for a minute or so... Thankfully there wasn't any damage done to his hand. We had him hold ice on it on the drive over to my parents, but he was fine after that.

My headache is back again today and I'm a little foggy brained again. Hopefully this is not the new normal for me... I have to keep remembering that even though I have had my last chemo treatment, it takes quite a while for all the drugs to work their way through my system and for my body to get back to normal everything. In fact starting about today and lasting the next week is when my blood counts are usually at their lowest levels. This afternoon DH had a stake leadership meeting and then this evening DH and I went to the adult session of our Stake Conference.

We all made it back to church today! MJ still has a little bit of a cough and stuffed up nose so I kept her with me instead of sending her to nursery. Other than that things are fine. This morning while I was getting ready for church, Blondie came into my bathroom to ask me something. I was getting ready to "draw" my eyebrows on so I asked her if she liked my eyebrows. She looked at me and said, "But you don't have any." Then she proceeded to watch me draw them on with a brow pencil and she thought that that was pretty interesting how I could use what looked like a colored pencil to draw eyebrows on myself.

Crazy morning today. I had DH stay home with MJ because even though she is mostly over the stomach virus, she is still super whiny and wants me to carry her around all the time. She also has a slight cold with a yucky nose and cough. I had sharing time in primary today and a meeting before church. I unfortunately didn't have a ton of time to prepare my sharing time during wht week with all of the sickness that we had going on, but I think it went well. I normally teach it on the 3rd Sunday of the month but ended up asking the primary president last Sunday if I could switch weeks with her in case I'm not feeling well after my next chemo treatment. After church I switched places with DH so he could go back to church and count the tithing. MJ was in bed sleeping when we got home. I have had several people in and out of church come up to me and tell me that I am such an inspiration to them specifically and to the ward in general with how I am so diligent in coming to church and fulfilling my calling. I'm not sure how to respond to these people sometimes because I don't feel that I am doing anything above and beyond what other people would do. I don't necessarily feel like I am really doing anything super special. If I am helping other people with the experiences I am going through and how I am dealing with them, then I guess that's a good thing. I feel kind of weird being singled out and praised all of the time though.

I attended the Worldwide Leadership Training Broadcast this morning broadcast by the church. DH was supposed to come to but he wasn't feeling well again when it was time to leave so he stayed home and ended up taking a nap while I was gone. A little later in the day I ran a few errands to get some Valentine stuff for the kids to make Valentines for their classes. After that I helped the kids make their Valentines and then gave DH a quick haircut.

My mom came over in the evening to watch the kids while M&M was at the school play and DH and I were out. My neighbor who went through breast care treatment a few years ago invited me and DH to attend a cancer support group dinner with her and her husband. It is a support group for women diagnosed with cancer in their 40s and younger, called the Young Survivor Sisters. Right now the group consists solely of women with breast cancer so I felt a little weird there. While I have gone through some similar experiences as these women, a lot of it is also very different. There are also several of these women that have the BRCA-1 gene, so that is one thing that some of us share in common. I saw two women there that I actually know personally. One of them (one of the founders of the group) lives in my stake and was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 26. The other women is M&M's Language Arts teacher this year at school. We talked for a little bit after the dinner and she expressed her concern for M&M and wanted to know if there was anything she could do for her. I got a little choked up talking to her. I think whenever my kids are mentioned I have a hard time keeping it together. That and the fact that I kept thinking about how my experience that I am going through is so different than so many of these other women. The keynote speaker/performer for the evening was Hilary Weeks - an LDS singer/songwriter. She was hilarious to listen to and had some very inspirational songs as well. It's nice to hear how similar kids and parents are, no matter who you are. It was a very nice evening and dinner and it was nice to be invited by my neighbor. Right now I am trying to decide where my place fits with this group. On one hand I think it might be nice to join and use this experience to educate these women about ovarian cancer, and on another hand maybe I need to look into starting up my own group that focuses on ovarian cancer or BRCA-1 positive women. A few of the women in the group had made some necklaces for everyone in the group that had the pink ribbon on it and the letters YSS (Young Survivor Sisters) underneath the ribbon. I was reluctant to take one, but finally did after the urging of several people there. I honestly can't see myself ever wearing it because the pink ribbon is specific to breast cancer and I am not a breast cancer survivor. Each type of cancer has its own color and the color for ovarian cancer is teal. I've been looking online for something specific to my type of cancer that I can buy and wear. So far I've found a necklace, bracelet and hat that I like but haven't ordered anything yet.

Merry Christmas!!

Last night was another miserable night in the hospital. At least they didn't forget my pain medication, but the nurses were working half shifts so there always seemed to be someone new attending to me. I also had my drain filling up like every hour and then they came in around four in the morning to draw some blood and take out my catheter. In the morning I was finally able to shower for the first time! They had to cover up the IV in my neck that was still in and they also had to cover my port that still had an IV connected to it. It felt good to have some hot water finally pouring down over me!

Before the shower DH and I tried talking to each other several times before he left with the kids for a 9 a.m. Sacrament Meeting. I felt a little nauseous with the breakfast that was brought to me and didn't end up eating very much of it. I got a little emotional about everything that was going on and I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it was because DH was doing a good job managing the kids and taking them to church. He even got up early and made them some cinnamon rolls in a can for breakfast and had M&M help with the girls' hair. I think I was also a little emotional because they were so short staffed with their nurses and aides that the aide just showed me where the shower was and left me to myself to manage on my own - even though this was my first time up and showering... I think I was also emotional because I was missing my family - here it was Christmas morning and I wasn't home to be with my family.

The physical therapist came by again and wanted to walk with me but I reminded her that we hadn't done stairs yet so she said she would come back after my shower and we would go do some stairs. After my shower we walked over to the stairwell and the therapist had me walk up a flight and then back down. It wasn't too difficult for me so the therapist thought i would do just fine at home.

After lunch my surgeon's assistant came by and said everything looked good for me to go home whenever I was ready!! How exciting!! They just needed to take the IV out of my neck and then they needed to go over all of my checkout instructions, which included how to empty and take care of my drain. They took all of the tape off of my incision site and it was really stuck on there good! It took quite a while to remove it and then it was all red and covered in sore spots from the tape. The nurse came in to remove my neck IV and she had to remove it and then hold pressure on it for the next ten minutes. Then I had to lay there in the bed for an hour so the hole would close up. It ws a pretty good size IV.

When I called DH to let him know I was going to be released that afternoon, we debated not telling my parents and just showing up there at their house. Unfortunately my parents called me before we came to a decision so I told them that i had been released so we discussed what to do for Christmas dinner. We decided that my parents would bring the dinner over to my house and cook it there and then my sister's family would also come over and we would all eat at my house.

DH came around 3:00 to pick me up. I got dressed into clothes for the first time since Wednesday and then it took us a while to pack up all of my things. DH also had to run down to the pharmacy to pick up my prescriptions. When we were finally ready, the nurse got a wheelchair for me and we left the hospital! This was also my first time outside since Wednesday. The whole thing felt surreal and like I wasn't quite ready for this yet! The car ride home was uneventful and by the time we got there my parents were already there starting on the dinner. We pulled up into the driveway and DH and the kids had put a welcome home sign on the garage door. DH had printed it out before he left and the kids colored it and wrote some cute personal messages on it while he was at the hospital picking me up! It was very sweet!

As soon as we pulled in the driveway, Kitty and MJ came out the front door to greet me. Kitty ran straight to me and wanted me to pick her up. Unfortunately I can't pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds for the next 4-6 weeks while we wait for my body to heal. DH juggled the things around in his arms so he could pick her up and she just threw a screaming fit because she didn't want dad to pick her up, she wanted me to. We came inside and he set her down on the couch beside me, but she wasn't quite content with that...

Up to this point my kids haven't opened any Christmas presents and it took us a few minutes to decide how we wanted to do it now. We finally decided that we would let them open the gifts from my parents and their Christmas pajamas from me and DH after dinner and then we would do the Santa gifts and other family gifts Monday morning. DH just likes the idea of the kids sleeping and waking up to their Christmas gifts in the morning.

MJ and I both stayed home from church yesterday. With my cold and surgery coming up, I don't want to catch anything else before my surgery! I used the time at home to finish up most of the Christmas wrapping. Just a few things left. This morning I did the last of my grocery shopping. I've been doing a lot of baking the last couple of days - trying out a few new cookie recipes. I think I will freeze some of them so we can eat them after my surgery. DH and the kids minus MJ went to a Bishopric family party this evening. I think they all had a good time. They had a White Elephant Exchange and I think the kids all liked the gift they came home with. I am not looking forward to tomorrow! After midnight tonight I will be on a clear liquids only diet. Basically the only thing I can eat are jello and popsicles. Other than that I can only drink liquids that are clear - such as fruit juices, sports drink, sodas, water, and a few other things. I'm a little concerned because since I started my chemo treatments, I tend to get nauseous when my stomach is empty. The other thing I have to do tomorrow is take some laxative tablets and then a whole 14 day bottle of Miralax to clean out my bowels before surgery on Wednesday! The bathroom and I will be close friends by the end of the day tomorrow...

This morning MJ and I just went to Sacrament Meeting again. Unfortunately MJ was in a bad mood this morning and DH ended up walking home with her at the end of Sacrament Meeting because she was out of control. The kids and I searched around for them after church and then concluded that they must have gone home already. We facetimed with DH's mom this evening. It's been a while since we've talked with her. We stayed up way too late though!