The baby is asleep in the room with me so this will be quick. I have to type slowly so that I don't make too much noise. Which is also the reason for my lack of comments. Sorry, ladies.
I realized this evening that visiting teaching* is more than just checking up on our sisters. It is for those doing the visiting. And I don't just mean getting stuff out of the lessons. For example:
Today was one of those days. The baby was up 3 times last night. NO ONE in this house wanted to take a nap today except for me. My girls insist on playing with things that are not toys. I tried to help my husband out with his scouting responsibilities and ended up in the rain with all four children and furious at him. So when the time rolled around for me to go VT this evening I could not wait to get out of the house.
We went. We chatted. I vented about my baby. The woman we teach vented about her responsibilities. We just talked for about 45 minutes. And when I got home and heard the baby screaming bloody murder, I was okay with that. My first instinct was not to hide in a dark hole. I was revitalized and ready to deal once again. Had I not had that appointment this evening, I may have run away.
I think it's a tender mercy. How about you?
*In our church we have a program called visiting teaching where each woman who is willing is assigned a few women in the ward to visit once a month and make sure that everyone in that household is doing okay.