Moving Day or Bad Parenting

What is the best part of getting a new room?  Moving your bed.

So fun we moved the bed several times.

So KTB shares a room with the Pico Pico.

This solves the problem of her unwillingness to go upstairs due to ghosts and monsters.

NAT gets her own big girl room. Now she dosen't have to share with a horrible little sister.

Pico Pico dosen't get an opinion because he's too small. Poor Baby is just a pawn in this whole sordid mess.

Bad Parenting?  Well did your parents let you slide down the stairs on a mattress? Mine didn't either. Besides after this bit of fun NAT said, "You are the best Mudder in the world! I'll love you forever!" Now I know I was being a bad and irresponsible parent. When I'm making good parenting choices she tells me I'm, the worst Mudder in the world and she hates me."

The Problem with Missionary Work

The problem with missionary work is that once you start it gets easier and easier to do more.  A friend asked me what church I go to so I told her the LDS Church.  She has gone there too and wants to come to Church again. I warn her that our meetings start at 9:00am. This does not deter her.

The Sister missionaries come over to eat dinner.  They encourage me to call my friend and invite her to Church the next day. I do, but I remind her that she may not be able to find church shoes in time.  She replies that she has already bought new church shoes and dresses for her brood.  She is ready to come.

My husband has not worked at all this weekend.  I tentatively invite him to come to Church.  He agrees. 

My daughter's preschool teacher asks me, "What Church do you go to? Is it the Mormon one?" I say yes and she says, "I thought so. I asked your daughter to sing her favorite song and she sang 'Follow the Prophet'. I remember it from when I served in Primary.  I haven't been in a long time, but one of the sisters invited me to an activity next week.  I have a Children's song book still, do you want it?"  What else can I say. Of course I want it.

Here I am quietly going about my own business and the Lord is throwing all these missionary opportunities at me.  I respond by trying to deflect them, but this gets harder and harder to do. So I guess I just have to go with it and "Trust in the Lord."  UGGH. I hate it when the lesson I diligently try to teach my Sunday School class is really meant for me.  Humble Pie any one?