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It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

By Justine Dorton

Never mind that it’s been raining here for the last 20 days straight, I’m being deluged with the small and tormenting vicissitudes of life, and I’m getting ready to give up and let myself drown at the bottom of the laundry pile.

My husband is in Denmark. I miss him. I’m absolutely know he’s working terribly hard, but why can’t I ever work in Denmark? I’m just saying…

My oldest son is at Scout Camp, and it feels like I’ve lost my right arm. He was my lieutenant commander this summer. I not only miss his help, but I miss his company.

The day after they both left, the entire household fell sick, including me. We are currently all lying around, having watched 10 hours of television, eaten delivered food, and taken sundry medications to allay our symptoms. Three year old children with chest colds are not that delightful to be around when your own head is beating out of its skull.

And did I mention the rain? It feels like we’ve moved to the Northwest.

A great friend of mine dropped off some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream the day my husband left, and I haven’t felt like eating it! I had envisioned sending all the kids to bed, climbing in my own bed with a book, and eating the entire pint. What deprivation I’ve endured to have the ice cream in my freezer and not feel the slightest inclination to eat it!

I think the very worst part of the week is that all this whining doesn’t actually make me feel any better, it just makes me feel like a whiner. Dang. I was hoping a good tantrum might make it all better. Maybe I’ll just try some sleep.

Is there ever a place for a tantrum? And will it ever be a satisfying one?

About Justine Dorton

Justine is a mother to five children, and has a husband lodged somewhere (probably in the den). She is not very fond of speaking of herself in third person.

18 thoughts on “It’s Raining, It’s Pouring”

  1. "It's raining, it's pouring…"
    I'm laughing over here, because it almost feels like you are ME! (almost)
    My husband has been in Florida working for the past eight days… (why don't I ever get to work in Florida?) His hotel door opens up to the beach, by the way. My oldest has graduated HS and is now working Full-time, leaving me without that extra driver, and younger MAN around the house. Etc. The rain has been, well, raining! Forever, it seems. So won't we all feel a bit cheerier when the sun finally decides to come out and stay for a while? And meanwhile, I pray that my garden isn't getting root rot.
    I do hope you're all feeling more peppy~ I did enjoy reading your post!
    (At least the old man isn't snoring…)

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  2. This is supposed to be the desert, and I don't even know what root rot is! Hopefully my plants won't get it, we've worked so dang hard on our garden this year!

    But a man in our ward (95 years old) went for a walk this afternoon and went missing. I've just seen the LifeFlight helicopter land down the street from us, so I'm nervous now and feeling very stupid for complaining at all. Complaining never gets me anywhere, someday I'll learn to stop doing it.

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  3. Don't worry about complaining. I get grumbly all the time and it's nice to know I'm not alone.

    I hope your neighbor is okay.

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  4. My husband likes to say, "She never complained once–it was many more times than that!"

    You know how you always hear about the woman with all kinds of trials, including dying of cancer, but that never complained…well, I used to really struggle with health problems and the image of that woman was never helpful. But my husband saying that at least made me laugh.

    Sometimes I think we need permission to complain…but, then a reminder that it doesn't help all that much will give us the opportunity on our own to decide to count blessings instead.

    Hope you all feel better and can laugh about your situation. Finding the humor or at least the irony seemsto help me get over it faster.

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  5. Sometimes venting IS the best medicine. And sometimes it doesn't help much at all.

    (Hope this little vent was one of those that helped!)

    =)

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  6. I'll take this opportunity to tell you about a great scriptural phrase in the Book of Mormon that applies to these kinds of situations. It is the most widely found phrase by far and I think the least noticed. Here it is (drum roll please):

    And it came to pass.

    (Ta-daaaaaaaaaaa!)

    Aren't you glad it didn't come to STAY? (Yikes!) Your children WILL get better. Your husband WILL return. Your son WILL return. The rain WILL end. Your cold WILL go away. (Make it so, number 1..) And then things will be wonderful for about… oh.. five seconds. And then something new that is difficult will happen.

    But it comes.. to pass. With Heavenly Father's help, you will make it through. Bruised and battered perhaps, but you'll make it.

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  7. Is it raining everywhere in the country? My mom in Utah has had lots of rain, so has my friend in New York, and it's rained just about every day in June here in Illinois.

    How weird is that?

    I think blogs are a great place to vent. Hope your post here helped!

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  8. You must really be sick not to want to eat Ben & Jerry's! My deepest sympathies & wishes for your quick recovery, and some R&R!

    One day I was overcome with the blues to the point of almost throwing that "fit," except I was so wiped I fell to my knees instead (way more effective, I've learned! Trying the other stops the insanity for only a moment as your family stares at you, then the kids go back to whatever they were doing!).

    On my knees, I pleaded for help — I mean, plea-ded! It was then that something I'd heard on the news came to mind about fresh air being good for depression. (I know the Spirit brought that to mind.)

    So I went out the back door, and found that God had delivered my answer in the northern sky — a huge rainbow arched over the nearby church — and this phrase came to mind:

    "There is hope smiling brightly before us
    And we know that deliverance is nigh;
    We doubt not the Lord nor his goodness;
    We've proved him in days that are past"

    Sometimes a little rain is good (not a lot — I've lived in the Northwest!), because it can bring rainbows, and flowers, and food in our gardens, to remind us of His love again!

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  9. I really like what faith.not.fear wrote. I, admittedly, err on the side of too many tantrums or rants of one form or another. I think there can be a place for a tantrum, and that they can be helpful, but I've thrown too many unhelpful tantrums, with the Spirit nudging me that prayer is really where it's at.

    I didn't know you (and your crew) have been sick, Justine! I need to pick up the phone more often. I hope you all are feeling better soon!

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  10. The cool thing — after that last entry, the sky cleared here, and I'm 99% sure there was a rainbow!

    Unfortunately, we were busy cleaning up after a week of neglect — but I hope you got to see it, Justine! 🙂

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  11. So sorry to hear about how hard things have been. Our previous branch president had "This to shall pass" on his chalkboard permanently. It is still there with a new branch president.

    I say – tell it like it is. We are supposed to speak the truth, if the truth is that we are sick of rain, sick of sickness, and mildly frustrated that our hubby doesn't have to deal with it too, then that's the truth.

    As long as we don't belabor the ugly truth, or hold on to that moment too long, speaking the truth is a way to tell myself that how I feel is important. I'd never want my children to bottle that kind of thing up, so why should I?

    Now, being a pessimist of cataclismic proportions is another story.

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  12. I think the best place for a tantrum would be a big muddy puddle. I'll have to try that one day.

    I tend to throw my tantrums in my own head – I don't regret saying things I shouldn't have, there's no broken shards to clean up, and I can throw as many unlikely objects as I like.

    I reckon the puddle tanty would be satisfying..

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  13. When I'm down I get myself a coconut, drain the milk, and smash it against the garage floor to open it. There's something satisfying about that crash.

    Chin up, things will get better soon.

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  14. I think it's good to say how you feel out loud sometimes. You can't hold it in all the time, you'll just end up resentful. Plus when you let it all out you let other's help bare your burdens. We have all been there and you are not alone. You are loved for sharing the bad and the good. The best part about everything going wrong for a short stint is that it reminds you to see all the great things you have going for you. Feel better soon! : )

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