To Everything There Is A Season

Ahhhh....the infamous Sunday mornings.  At my house, they are usually full of chaos and confusion.  I am counting down the days until our meeting schedule switches to 9am.  I know some of you may think I'm crazy, but the way I see it, if nobody wakes up until 7, and we have to be at church by 9, that cuts Sunday mornings down to two hours.  I can handle two hours. 

I have decided that nobody should have to raise a 17 year old and a 3 year old at the same time.  That is just natures way of being extremely cruel.  If one of them isn't bossing you around, the other one is.  And both of them do it with about the same mentality. 

Bryce and I had to be at the church early.  Our first counselor to the bishop called us and asked if he could meet with us.  I think the Bishop has officially assigned us to him.  I tell Bryce all the time that the bishop doesn't quite know what to think of me.  I'm half Deana, and half John.  For those of you who will know what that means, you know what that means!  I think that he feels I suffer from bipolar disorder.

Anyway, it had been the morning from hell and Bryce and I were bickering on our way into the church.  Anyway, frustration is one emotion that I handle with tears.  So as we get to the office, I am bawling my eyes out and feeling like quite the idiot. 

So after ten minutes of making sure I'm not having a complete meltdown, the first counselor begins to talk to Bryce and I about a calling.  To make a long story short, by the time we were done, he never even asked us to serve.  I think he could tell that I was officially MAXED OUT! 

The moral of the story?  Maybe I'll play the lunatic card more often!