Just babbling

I have been reading babycatcher and it's left me teary eyed and feeling helpless. I can't believe the amount of natural multiple births there are! The high level of death in childbirth tears at my heart.

Andrew has a cold and threw up a few times this morning because of all the phlegm. Poor little man.

I'm still in my nightdress and have accomplished nothing today except taking care of the Drew. I feel like such a failure sometimes. Ok, most of the time.

Maybe I should drag myself to the treadmill, but I'm kind of afraid that if I go into my bedroom I'll just take a nap instead.

We have some friends who are moving to the area and asked if they could please stay with us for two days. Bert was fine with just the two days. Now, however, it appears to be extending into four or five...and I'm just such an appalling hostess.

Bert and I are basically hermits, happy to be left alone. My parents are really good with guests, but I feel kind of...lost.


The missionaries called last night and asked me to come to the church at 12.45pm-2.30pm "or something like that" so that they and other missionaries could practice "Feed my Sheep". I said Andrew was sick with a cold and that was his nap time and asked if they could call around but that I'd come if they couldn't find anyone else.

One of the elders called a while later and after smarming a bit (it sounds harsh, but that's really what it was) asked me to come along because they'd called people to come help but they had to go to work and contractors were coming around and all they had all kinds of excuses like that. This all said with the attitude of "what's wrong with these people that they won't drop everything to do what we want?"

Excuse me?????

I called him out on it telling him that in ten years he'd see just exactly what working life was like.

He then said that he'd like me to come at 12.30pm and later amended that to 12.45pm so I could sleep in a bit longer.

EXCUSE ME??????

I didn't let that pass either, immediately asking him what time he got up. "6.30am" he proudly declared, "every morning". I nearly wet myself laughing (to myself, not aloud - didn't want to hurt the poor chap's feelings). Do you remember the luxury of sleeping in until 6.30am? WOW! Do you remember when that seemed incredibly early? ROFL! =D He was a bit surprised to learn what time we got up in the morning.

Later I thought I should have let him know that while he was calling me in the evening, in the warmth of his own flat, his day's work over, about to go to bed, my husband was still at work. But yeah, you know, all members are just lazy slobs who never do any work and can't even be bothered to arrange for people for the missionaries to teach, you know?

I really didn't intend to write about that whole situation at all. I guess it must be bugging me a bit more than I thought. I need to remember that scripture in Romans that I posted on Sunday and quit being judgmental. I was a self-absorbed 19 year old as well, and I only served a mini-mission for two weeks, not two years. So I should just calm down, you know? He's a greenie for goodness' sakes, and perhaps needs a bit more time to adjust. He has given his time to the Lord, he is the Lord's child, and the Lord loves him. How can I do less? It's a failing in me that I'm offended by his words and attitude.

Bert was more than a little miffed at this particular Elder's attitude and in a fit of extreme miffness asked me to please not make any more dinner appointments with the missionaries until this young man has moved on to pastures greener. Ouch. Pity, as his companion is a lovely young man who we very much respect.


As a Post script, Andrew threw up a few times so I had to cancel the thing with the missionaries. I was relieved. Andrew needs to rest. The missionary was not happy, but managed to say he hoped Andrew felt better soon. =)