My life has a purpose, in heaven it began. And as a stunned 25 yr old who was just visited by a member of the bishopric I find myself in a new calling. A counselor in the Relief Society. Uh, that’s normally reserved for like 30+ year olds. I start immediately, tonight in fact. Weekly mtgs, home visits to sisters in the ward, and I think just setting up teachers and music every Sunday for the actual RS block of time.
But there’s a lesson behind everything that happens in life. So as I was having a pity party for me-myself-and I this week as my husband continues to work strenuously longer hours than I prefer, as my kid goes to bed yet another night without seeing daddy, as my house grows infested with empty Powerade bottles, caked on food stuck to the oven night after night, cereal bowls growing moldy in the sink, clothes strewn everywhere in mishap, the fridge empty for mere bare necessities (we’re going out of town and don’t want moldy food when we get back) and myself having no desire to clean, I am reminded of a simple line from my patriarchal blessing which can be paraphrased easily by the scripture somewhere that reads, ” loose yourself in the service of others.” So while we shouldn’t sit around waiting for “the calling” to dictate what we are to do, I feel as though this calling comes at a great time to make me get out there and do what I know I need to be doing! And so I am excited, surprisingly. Good luck to little ole me =o)
So we’re in St. George for our monthly “come help your aging parents, fix our computers, look over our papers, bring us our grandkid” retreat. I usually come up with hubby for these because there’s such great craft stores and expos for the “typical” Mormon mom to go and see and do. Sometimes I just stay home and let hubs come up because sometimes we just get in the way.
Well today was really neat. Mikey went straight to Grandma and sat on her lap and snuggled with her this morning. She even got to put his shoes on, hold his hand and go on a walk outside with Mikey to the dumpster with a trashbag. He wasn’t afraid at all! Later we were all in grandma’s room playing with Brett’s toys (he just turned 1 and is Mikey’s youngest cousin until Trevor comes later this month). Well grandpa came in to announce he was going to get a haircut. And Mikey went with him, and mommy of course! He has a little spikey buzzed head and he looks like such a big boy. He did so well sitting on my lap and letting the hairdresser buzz his head. So we got back to grandma’s and everyone just swooned over his new do! The funny thing is that after he got the long mushroom cloud removed from his little head, I found tons of dirt specks near his scalp that were left over from our MT. Charleston picnic play trip that occurred yesterday. I guess it was a sign that Mikey’s hair was too long- there’s stuff growing and lerking underneath the layer that can only only be removed after a buzz close to the ears and around the top of his head. He’s a cutey pie! He’ll be handsome for our entire month of vacations to reunions and family functions over harsh mountainous terrain and up up away on Mikey’s first ride on a plane.
So I’ve been DVR-ing a ton of scrapbook shows, my fave show Big Love, and some random 1 hour exercise show on BYU tv. Well I am happy to say that I finally watched and participated along with one of these work out shows and I did really well. Went 1/2 hour straight before stopping. I had to go potty and then talked myself into “not over doing myself” and going to the kitchen for a snack rather than finishing out the show. But I feel so good! I can’t remember the term, but basically it was an aerobic workout where you start out just like really easy and the whole hour is just made of doing 30-60 seconds of a warm up move, a really hard move then rotate and do a cool down move then work things up again by doing a hard heart-pounding move and then go back to a cool down move. It keeps your heart pumping, but you get to catch your breath for a good amt of time and then go hard again. So it was really good and I feel great! The lead lady was a bit over the top and energetic, but I was actually able to follow her directions as to what “move” we would do next. So many times I go to classes and can do the single moves, but get completely fumbled when it’s time to put the whole routine together.
And as I sit here and type there is a scrapbook extravaganza show on HSN. Oh I need everything I see!