Wrapping

I somehow missed July. It wasn't the camera. I didn't take very many pictures, anyway. It's just that in about four weeks my life went from stagnant pond to raging river. I feel like I've been thrown around, in and out of eddies and down several short drops. It started in June with a job-training class. It was offered to Jonathan, initially, but I decided to take it instead. Everyone should have a backup plan, in case of disaster, and the class, and then funding, seemed to both fall in my lap in a matter of days. About the same time our Young Women's president moved to Kentucky and my first reaction was to (correctly) figure out who the new president would be, quickly followed by the thought that I would be in there, too. I spent a month rearranging my life for a calling that hadn't been extended yet. The week before it came, Jonathan got a job offer from Spansion that would have him working nights. Now I'm the Beehive Advisor, teaching lessons on everything from modesty to obeying the law of the land to 12 and 13 year-old girls; finishing up my class so I can take my certification test; getting everything together for Elena to start 1st grade; re-evaluating chore responsibilities and housekeeping because my husband isn't available anymore; and making sure that dinner is on the table by 5:30 so we can read scriptures and get Daddy out the door to work by 6:30. I've been through the wringer and am only just now starting to find my balance again. Please be patient with me.