Hip hip hooray! Adam and I were released from scouts today, which means I'm only one more den meeting away from a major relief of stress. I kind of feel like a schmuck for complaining so much about my calling, but honestly, I tried my hardest and couldn't do a good job. First, the BSA requires two leaders at each meeting. Adam has a class every day right during our den meeting, so that was impossible to achieve. Second, we had a nightly meeting every week of the month which, without a car (ours is parked at the U outside the law school building from 4 until 10 each night), was quite a chore to attend. Third, we can't afford to pay babysitters and all of our family members are occupied on meeting nights. I think the bishop felt a major surge of pity when he saw me tromp into the church last week for pack meeting bundled in a coat, scarf, and gloves, pushing my snow-covered double stroller with Rex and Karli bundled in it and Amber tagging along, bundled up and crying because she slipped four times on the trek down the icy sidewalks. It took us five minutes to un-bundle everyone and we got to sit right behind the bishop so he could hear every single whine, request for drink/snack/potty break/blankie/movie/etc.
I am now pleased to be the bulletin coordinator for the ward. This will be a fantastic calling that I can do via email...the perfect way for a dorky blogger to contribute! I'm super excited because I get to to the bulletin boards at the church building, too. It will be a welcome change.
4 comments:
Congrats! Working with the youth is SOOOO time intensive!
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My husband was one of those scout guys when we were in MI while he attended law school. It didn't work out too well as he would get home late and then completely forget to go. Fortunately, there were only a few boys as the Schafers (the family containing the majority of boys in the ward) attended a different and more serious scout group and upon reflection of the stalwart leadership you can see why.
I too have started noticing these word verification and, really, who comes up with these things? -- oidel, is that for hemorrhoidel?
I can't even tell you how jealous I am. I seriously SERIOUSLY have anxiety about scouts. It's nothing short of torture and I see no light at the end of the tunnel...oh, my hard life:)
I don't have a testimony of cub scouts and in my ward, the gospel is second to scouting. I keep hoping that BSA lets gays into scouting because I think the church would drop it. I have 2 years to hope for that before Carter is in.
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