I love church. I especially love attending church on Sunday. I love having my bucket filled and having the chance to serve others. Having a toddler tempers that joy since my main job is focused on him not ruining it for anyone else, but I still manage to get my recharge on most Sundays.
But stake conference... yes, I know I sang it's praises yesterday and I meant it. Saturday adult session ROCKS. And last night it was super good. But Sunday... Two hours of trying to keep your kids from Armageddon - level meltdowns is... Even the 9 year old was a bear by the end. That second hour is killer. Especially with a toddler who woke up mad at 5 am and you were the one trying to keep him from waking up the rest of the house... My brain hurts too much to keep tapping this out.
But when future me looks back and sees this, I want them to remember I was there. I was in the trenches. I'm not a quitter. A grouchy, dangerous mess, but I'd be waaaaay more dangerous without it.
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I love when we have a lesson about reverence or the sacrament or whatev and everyone is all on topic and spiritual and I think "the only time I think about the savior during the sacrament is when I consider that He loves this child, despite her narrating the event at top volume." It's even worse when Adam helps pass and she spends the whole time trying to get his attention. Ah, toddlers.
I love when we have a lesson about reverence or the sacrament or whatev and everyone is all on topic and spiritual and I think "the only time I think about the savior during the sacrament is when I consider that He loves this child, despite her narrating the event at top volume." It's even worse when Adam helps pass and she spends the whole time trying to get his attention. Ah, toddlers.
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