When I was not yet 18 a few of my friends and I started teaching Primary at church - for those of you not in the "know" this is LDS lingo for where all the young kids are locked up while their parents enjoy a few hours of leisurely classes of their own.
Okay... so we don't lock them up... and they actually get their own lessons, even snacks for those really little ones... and a LOT of singing.
At 17 this was a kick - I felt very "official" being a teacher - and I enjoyed it until the day I went to college...
In college we had entire church congregations made of only students... so let me ask you how on earth it is that I was teaching Primary again? there were 5 kids... all belonging to the few couples that served in leadership roles... and I was their teacher.
No longer 17, the "kick" was somewhat absent... but hey, out of these hundreds of students they trusted ME (okay, and one other chick... she's not vital to this story) with their children... wasn't that flattering? wasn't it?
Out of college and married we moved to Colorado - where I taught Primary and was the Primary Secretary.
Moved to Kansas... and yes, you guessed it... Primary.
Moved to Utah... was only in the congregation for about 6 months, but managed to be in Primary anyway...
Moved to Washington... where apparently they saw the big "I love Primary" stamp on my forehead... because not only did I teach in Primary and then serve as the Secretary, but then they put me in CHARGE of the stinkin' thing.
No surprises: Primary again, teaching, scouts (which is really just part of primary guys), leading the music... all primary - all the time. I should probably mention that I'm not exactly talented at leading music.
Leading Music in primary reminds me a lot of Singing at Dinner Theatre... you may be singing your heart out - but there are at least 37 different conversations going on around you.
Thursday I received a phone call...
Friday I stressed
Saturday I anticipated a BIG change...
Sunday morning I made plans... had it narrowed down to two new callings (a.k.a. church jobs) that they could want me to fill... and I had to talk myself out of being excited...
Sunday 10:30 - my new gig? Ummm... nothing.
Really? what the what? Nothing. Apparently I get a break... a vacation... the thought hadn't even crossed my mind.
Sigh of relief - walk to the car.
The key wasn't even in the ignition before I realized that "vacation" is really just code for "be afraid... be very afraid..."
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