I need a new project y'all. Actually I don't. I'm just too lazy to start my meal plan, Spanish tutoring, exercise plan, and book list. We finally went running over the weekend. If-only-my-legs-had-tears. Oh wait, I still do. He told me he was barely touching me. I thought my leg was going to severed off. I guess that's what I get for laughing at him when I tried massaging his legs - lesson learned.
It's the second week of our new ward. It's different having kids screaming in the background. Our building is freezing so that's unfortunate and I remember what it's like being the new kid on the playground all-of-a-sudden-I'm-10-again. Mr Smith informed me that in his class it's okay for men to sit separated - they aren't expected to mingle, but it's not the same with the ladies. I think that's a good thing, at some point I need to meet people and get involved. I just - don't always want to feel obligated nor do I want people feeling obligated. I'm completely okay sitting and listening by myself. But yes, it can't last long, so why not start it now. I just envy the men, they don't ever get offended and independence is totally a requirement. Women, apparently not. It's just an adjustment and I . . . like to take things slow.
Actually, that's not true at all. When I want something done, I typically feel like everyone should jump up and do it right then. It's a really bratty habit; I am aware. Like those pictures I wanted hung on the wall. Like that shelf I wanted organized. I'll do it if you don't. It spills over into my driving, my work, my home life. Patience. I have it with some people, but not most people - so I just take care of it. It's why I just need someone who talks back. Only one person, I'm not trying to set myself up with bratty children. One sassy husband is enough =)
So I guess I just want the "new" phase to be over with quickly. I'll just ease my way in and overtime come to understand what it means to be in relief society for real, no more dating woes or "well one day when you have your own family" applications. This is real y'all. Oh heck.
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