This past month:
Hyrum has broken his arm.
He has broken his glasses.
We had to get the breaks replaced on the van.
Enoch stuck my keys in Shadow's doggie bowl of water, ruining the garage door button on my keys.
Ammon broke a necklace that Isaac gave to me when we were first married.
Half a bucket of paint spilled in the back of the van, dying the back of the van blue.
We have a small hole in the side of our house which a swarm of bees thought it would be nice to make a home in.
And Finally when I tried to move my bed over this morning so that I could paint behind the bed, My beautiful bed Broke. It's still usuable for perhaps the next few days but not fixable.
Can I cry now?
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