This time last year I was feeling rather guilty that I had so much time to myself: all three of my girls were in school, I didn't work, and I had a perfect church calling (YW Secretary) that didn't demand too much time or stress. I had plenty of time to do projects (which I love doing), volunteering in Megan's class and in the school library, eating bon bons, watching soap operas--just kidding. But you get my drift: life was pretty darn near perfect.Well, that all went out the window these past few months. In September I started working part-time at Megan's school. I am a teaching assistant for the "gifted and talented" students 4 days a week. I meet with groups of students from grades 3-6 (18 classes), each for about 45 minutes a week. I am also the Student Council adviser, and I'm in charge of the Geography Bee, Spelling Bee, etc. So that has gobbled up most of my time when the kids are at school. My leisurely days of showering at 10 AM are over. (What a pathetic whiner I am!)
THEN, the Bishop paid a call to our home a few weeks ago--Nov. 10th to be exact. A lot of changes were happening in our ward. Mike had just recently been released from his Young Men's calling, so I was secretly hoping the Bishop was only coming to talk to him. I was dreading his visit, because I knew our YW Presidency was possibly going to be released. Well, I was partially right. The bishop extended a call to Mike (Sunday School president), and then he asked me if I would accept a call to be Young Women's president. Alas, my worst fears had been realized! I had that calling in Las Vegas when my girls were really young (Megan wasn't even born yet), and I know what kind of commitment it entails. I love working in the Young Women's program, but I hate the meetings and responsibility that goes along with a president's calling. It is kind of like winning the lottery and having a tornado hit your house at the same time. But I said "yes" of course (glutton that I am), and was sustained last Sunday. And so, that is how life as I once knew it ended. And now my "adventure" begins! I anticipate it being a very busy, activity-packed year or two. I hope I have the energy and patience for it!!! Moral of the story: never, EVER feel guilty when things are going great, because circumstances can make a 180 awfully fast.
(The photo is of our young women last summer at camp. Since then we have had several girls turn 12 and come in to Beehives, and about 8 new girls join our ward when the boundaries changed a few weeks ago.)