No, not everyone. I haven't. I want to.
I promptly (and politely) left and spent a few moments in the car collecting myself - I wept and screamed a few F-words in frustration at the girls and to God. It was not my best moment, but I'm not going to pretend that I don't get frustrated - sometimes I lose it and forget that I have to give it to God.I drove home, cried in Jonathan's lap, and he calmly reminded me that God's the one in control not us. (I love my husband so much. Even when I'm a total nut case, he knows what to say, how to say it, and how to comfort me).