I was released from my calling in the Relief Society Presidency this morning.
After nearly four years of (barely-attended) Enrichment activities, welfare meetings, Sunday lessons, planning sessions and a whole (WHOLE!) lot of murmuring– Bad Kemi, I know–, I am done.
Yesterday, before I knew it was coming, I thought I’d be elated. It turns out I loved it more than I realized, because today I can’t seem to stop crying. I choked up when I got off the phone with the Executive Secretary this morning. I sniffled through our RS lesson on (how fitting!) the organization and history of the Relief Society. I cried when we gathered up the tablecloths and decorations for the last time. I sobbed when my name was read over the pulpit, and the tears just kept coming during Sacrament Meeting, at least until Anthony wet his pants on the padded bench and I had to take him out to the van for a complete change of clothes. (It wouldn’t be Sunday without my family providing comic relief for the ward. Also, do you know how hard it is to quietly blot urine out of upholstery when you’re sitting on the FRONT ROW and your kids keep asking, Did Anthony have an accident? Eeeew! No one sit there! Anthony peed his pants!) The new presidency is going to be wonderful, but a little (big) part of me wishes I could start the whole calling over again. (I KNOW! I am clearly MENTAL.)
In the five years and three months we’ve lived in this ward, I’ve gone a total of two weeks without a calling. I feel like running a side bet to see 1) Which new calling I’ll get, and 2) How long it will be before it’s issued. (Feel free to leave your guesses in the comment section, but please understand that if you guess Gospel Doctrine teacher, we will no longer be friends.) 😀