Sing this to the tune of “I’m trying to be like Jesus”.
I’m trying to be domestic, —-never mind. It’s not coming to me, and I don’t feel like sitting here figuring out a song. The point is, I just ground wheat into flour, then made four loaves of pumpkin bread using my freshly ground flour (actually 1/2 white and 1/2 wheat, so as not to be too overwhelmingly wheaty). I’m supposed to take a loaf of sweet bread to the stake family history fair tomorrow. I figure if I send a loaf of bread, it’s kind of like actually going, even if I don’t go, right?
Yesterday I spent an hour and a half trying to get my sweet boy to take a nap. I sit in his room and read while he squirms around in his bed, trying not to go to sleep. If I get up and leave his room, he’ll be out of bed and out of his room before I finish the phone call (usually the reason I leave his room). But yesterday I didn’t mind the long time because A-I was going to outlast him, and B- I was reading Night by Elie Weisel. It’s about 115 pages that every person who has a conscience should read. Tonight is our ward book club where we discuss it.