I'm a little nervous about this weekend. I've got a couple of things going on that might be a little tricky.
First, on Friday night I'm babysitting. I'm not going to go into details yet because it's a whole surprise thing. There is a girl I know through church and she asked me to watch her child. She is about 2, and is an only child so at least there is just one.
But when she told me the reason she asked me I almost laughed at her. She is very protective of her child, and she needed someone she could trust to watch her. And, she thought of me. Oh boy. Me, who doesn't know what to do with kids. Me, who has babysat maybe twice, and not at all since I was like 12.
Granted I teach primary every Sunday now, but that is for like an hour and doesn't involve feeding or bathing or putting to bed. I wonder what on earth made her think of me. But, I agreed to help her out (not because the thought of babysitting on Friday night sounded super fun, but because I'm a pushover and hate to say no to people).
I made sure Jimmy has that night off, because I'm not going at it alone! I'm sure I'll have a great story to blog about on Monday. Hopefully after this experience Jimmy will still want to have kids with me one day. :)
Then, on Sunday Jimmy and I are speaking in our ward. Ugh. It's one of those things you just don't say no to, but just because I accept the assignment doesn't mean I want to do it.
I'm not normally a real nervous public speaker, but when it comes to church stuff I am. I just feel silly talking about something that probably 90% of the people listening could talk about better. It makes me nervous that I'll mix something up, or teach false doctrine or something. I've got my talk outlined and think it will be ok though. Hopefully.
The most frustrating part of all of this is that Jimmy I'm sure has yet to start his. He will probably write it on the way to church Sunday morning. And his will still be better than mine. It always is.
It's not fair really. He just flies by the seat of his pants and brings the congregation to tears. I study and prepare and you can hear crickets chirping in the background as everyone stares at me with their glazed over "I'm not really listening eyes". I guess in this case failing to plan really isn't planning to fail!
Waiting for James to arrive!
3 years ago