I've been horrible about posting lately. Sorry, folks. You'd think with those nice long, lazy days of summer, I'd have plenty of time for posting on my blog. Unfortunately, it hasn't been like that. Long and crazy would be good adjectives for my life.
We've been doing gardening, canning, house fixing, house painting, swim lessons, playing, reading, laundry, wondering where on earth my marbles have gone, coloring, giggling, more laundry, and getting started in my new calling at church.
That's right- a new calling. I should have known it was coming. I was getting all together too content with teaching my 4 and 5 year old class. We had a pretty good routine going, and while there were some Sundays I came home from church feeling absolutely exhausted, I loved my little class. (With an average attendance of 8 or 9-- so, not that little for a Primary class....)
We got a visit from a member of our Bishopric one fine Wednesday evening. The old Primary Presidency is being released, and the new President had requested me to be 1st Counselor.
AAAGGGHH. My days of quietly being NOT in the limelight were done. Over. My fears of getting up in front of a big group of people (mostly kids, notwithstanding) were being realized.
Welcome to anxiety, sleeplessness and night-time obsession/rehearsing so not to sound stupid in front of people and replaying something dumb I've said over and over so I can make myself squirm.
Tomorrow is it. I have my first Sharing Time lesson. I prepared. Here's hoping my brain doesn't completely abandon me in front of people like it usually does.
But at least I know that Sunday night at dinner my husband will love me as much as he does now, regardless of the outcome. He's nice like that. He's been wonderful, trying to give me pep-talks. He says silly things like, "You will do great," and "I'm there for you."