Monday, June 13, 2011

Visiting Teaching

    My companion, like all of my visiting teachees, is a morning person. Which is understandable--they all have two children or more, and at least one of those children is under the age of 5 for every one of them. I am not  much of a morning person, and ever since the whole pregnant thing, being alive and functioning before 10 AM is pretty much torture. So, naturally, my companion set up the appointments at 9:15 and 10 this morning. Which has nothing to do with anything, except that I wanted to complain.

  Anyway, in the months I've Visit Taught in our ward, I've always told McKay that Visiting Teaching is a very good form of birth control. Now that I'm pregnant, I stand by that comment with 800% more conviction.

  During one hour-long visit today, there were three tantrums, one bleeding mouth, one eye with sand rubbed into it, several occasions in which sharing was a rather monumental issue, and lots and lots of screaming. In ONE HOUR. By the end, I think my teachees were becoming aware at the impact this was having on my small, frightened brain and started assuring me, "It's worth it. Trust me, it's so worth it."

  I really, really, really, really really hope that's true. And I really, really, really hope McKay likes this kid an awful lot, because it's going to be the only one he gets for the next decade.

  P.S. Lucky me, we're visiting teaching again tomorrow--at 9:15 AM. Woot.


  1. I remember when I was pregnant I watched an "Oprah" on stay-at-home-moms. They concluded that having kids was 90% hard work 10% pure joy (time wise). I called Mom crying asking if that was true. She said "yes, yes it is." And guess is. Some weeks it's more like 95-5 but those 5-10% are SOOOOOO awesome that it really is worth it. is hard work. Welcome to motherhood!

  2. ps I'm still not a morning person. The poor kids only get a warm breakfast when Eric gets up with them.

  3. Don't worry; it really is worth it! Your story reminded me of one time when my oldest child was young and my visiting teachers had come. Dear son was quietly playing. It wasn't until the visiting teachers got up to leave that we realized what exactly he had been doing. We walked past the kitchen. It was COVERED in flour. My sweet, creative boy said, "I'm playing dragon!" In case you didn't know, if you fill your mouth with flour then blow it out, you can create the effect of a fire-breathing dragon. My visiting teachers laughed so hard. I was not so amused. But, the kid has grown up, and now I have a great story to tell.