Bane of My Existence

Blech! It snowed today! (Today being Sunday.) There was probably six inches on our picnic table when I got up this morning. I don't live in Montana anymore God! Winter is supposed to be over here! Is anyone listening up there??? Oh well. Hopefully it won't snow tomorrow. I don't know why but winter is the worst time of year for me. I hate the cold and the snow and the gray days. Growing up in Montana, you'd think it wouldn't bother me, but instead, it caused a deep rooted fear of freezing to death to form. Lovely. I'd rather die of heat stroke than become an icicle, though I hear it is quite lovely, because you get all warm and sleepy. I wouldn't last one minute in the Arctic Circle. I'm sure the polar bears are relived to hear that.

And totally off subject, I'm SO TIRED OF PRIMARY!!!!! I was so hoping to get released today, just like the last three Sundays, but it didn't happen. I thought I was going to cry. The kids are great, they mostly behave, and I love them all, but I'm ready to be taught, rather than teach. My own well of spiritual knowledge is depressingly low, and I'm terrible at teaching myself. Besides, I love to hear other people's opinions on things. My favorite lessons, in fact, are the ones that totally get off subject and people start arguing about things like polygamy, where Kolob is and whether Heavenly Father lives there or somewhere else, where dinosaur bones came from, birth control and whether working moms are being judged in our ward or not by the stay-at-home moms. I almost never participate, because I find these kinds of conversations pointless, but hilarious. These ideas really don't pertain to our own salvation, but it is so interesting to hear what others think. And let me tell you, 4 year-olds say what you tell them to say. You don't get to hear those kinds of discussions, nor do you get to hear discussions on things that DO pertain to salvation, things that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside and motivate you to better yourself and draw closer to the Lord. I so so so so so so so miss that. I want it. I NEED some adult interaction! 4 years is long enough, I think. But we'll see. In the mean time, I'll keep trying to want to teach the kids, rather than use the fact that I work Saturday nights to make The Man do it every Sunday, and I'll keep praying that I'll be released next week. Of course next week is General Conference, so it won't happen then, but I'm looking forward to my break. And maybe after posting this on here, I can finally shut up about it and give my friends a break from my constant whining about it. But then again, everybody needs someone to annoy them so that they learn patience and tolerance, and I'm really good at teaching that lesson! I'll just have to find something else to whine about.