The Power of Dad

I just wanna put out a disclaimer on this whole post because I was very very tired last night. I slept like 4 hours the night before so was NOT mentally or emotionally stable..

I watched Insidious 2 last night, which is very out of character for me.. I detest any kind of horror movies. I have nightmares after watching murder mysteries (its a little ridiculous). But one of my favorite people, and roommate, Amber, held me to the couch for the first five minutes, and I’m no quitter so it HAD to be finished. Anywho.. that night after walking my seizure- prone Austin home, I went to bed and slept for a good two hours before waking up. Becky, my room- roommate.. happens to mumble in her sleep. So while lying in my bunk bed imagining murderous evil spirits across the room and whanot she was creepily mumbling that “no, she was not talking to herself”. After lying in bed for an hour, trying to muster the courage to get out of my bed and pee .. I did what any other rational ADULT would do. I called my daddy (at 3 am.. 2am Vegas time).. and made him talk to me for an hour. “Dad.. she flipping talks in her sleep (As I climb/fall out of my bunk bed)” .. basically crying about everything I expressed to him (again.. I was mentally exhausted.. or something). Luckily, my dad is the most patient man on the face of the earth and after laughing at me for awhile was a very attentive listener. After this hour long, very therapeutic, semi- super embarrassing sob sesh, I felt immensely better and then continued to watch the priesthood session till six am (listening to prophets, seers and revelators is an awesome evil spirit deterrent). I got a solid 4 hours of sleep before Austin came over to finish conference.

Morale of the story.. do not watch horror movies when you know you’re a baby and won’t sleep for the next 24 hours OR make sure you’re born to a very patient father