It’s our Stake Conference this morning, and rather than wrangle the monkeys to sit for two hours on hard metal folding chairs with no promise of primary, friends, and fun, we are taking a holiday. It’s kind of a bummer, actually, to have SC this early in January, since we only had one Sunday of our new schedules, new teaches, and new hours, and now we’re at home.
Speaking of Stake Conference, I did manage to get to the adult session last night. I’m honestly not sure I’ve ever gone to the Saturday night session before. I remember when the first few years I was a member not understanding what people were talking about when they mentioned it, and then once I knew, there were babysitting issues and then life blowing-up-entirely issues. This year, I actually had dinner with friends, pooled our kids with some girls from the ward, and actually went. My SP gave a great talk on becoming compassion. Not compassionate- but actually embodying compassion in obedience to Christ. It was worth the price of admission and sitting on hard chairs for almost 2 hours.
This week I hostessed a missionary discussion at my home for a woman checking into our church. In my previous life, the missionaries were a regular part of the landscape of my life, and I miss having them over. So do my kids. But… as a single woman, I cannot have them for dinner or to hang out- so we don’t see them much. Don’t get me started on how this makes me feel- but it was kind of nice to visit, and get back to the basics.
With our new church schedule, it’s impossible to have X over on Sunday to see the kids, so I’m juggling times and dates and trying to create a new stable for them. I swear, it’s like trying to balance on a ball some days. Coupled with the fact that I have opted to host the visit (for their stability- not his convenience) and I have two grad classes (yay!) at night this quarter (and no regular sitter) it makes things kind of crazy. Oh, and scouts is on the same night as one of my classes. I can do this. I can…
Speaking of school, I think this quarter might kick my trash (whatever that means). I know my confidence wavers at the beginning of each term, but two of my three classes are big time hard stuff. On the upside, I’m further along than I thought, and things are overall looking good academically.
My awesome friend Donna is flying over from Seattle to hang out with us today, and I’m excited to see her. One of the perks of having loved ones work for airlines is impromptu visits. Happy. Speaking of, it’s been too long since Uncle Freddy appeared at our table, and I think I need to rattle his cage.
It’s January 9, and I’m tired of winter. It’s really hard to get my run in when the streets are covered in sheets of ice. My treadmill is broken, and I have to find a simple solution. Our high today is 28* and tomorrow it’s supposed to be 18*. Spring would be a great solution, but I seem to have lost my Time Turner necklace Hermione left me. And I have to train~ because I’m committed to my first race later this year- and I’m too chicken to say much about it yet, but it’s happening.
Speaking of– I need some suggestions for running music on my iPod. I’ve got some I love, but more would always be good. Dish, mamas.
Hey- here’s a fun thing! I got rejected for a date by a guy who’s never met me and I’ve never met, but he told his sister-in-law– my good friend– after years of reading my blog, that he was “just not interested”. Aw yeah. That’s how awesome the LDS dating scene is. Abysmal, and ego-crushing and its enough to make a woman want to look elsewhere. If only I didn’t believe the things I believe…
And this is why running is suddenly so appealing. Juggling full-time school, solo-parenting, three kids, domestic life, and church is crazy. Life is hard, and I can throw on my shoes, shove my iPod in my ears, and take off. If tears find there way down my cheeks while I’m running, no one can tell, and the wind dries them quickly. It’s cheaper than therapy, and it’s making my jeans fall off my butt. It’s gonna get easier someday. Right? Right?
Ending on the upside? I have unbelievably fantastic friends and loved ones. Again, my ward is spectacular, and my extended network of friends– both personal, academic, spiritual and bloggy– are intellectually and emotionally fulfilling in so many wonderful ways. I have to receive treasure where I can find it, and my friends are consistently that vein of gold. So thanks.
Onward and upwards… its the only way.