My dear friend Ashley was in charge of the Relief Society Christmas dinner. She called and asked me to do something minor for the activity. Initially I told her yes. And then, as the week went on, it stressed me and worried me and, in the end, when she called to remind me…I told her I couldn’t do it.
I’m willing to teach a lesson, bring a meal, invite a friend, watch your kids, help you move, pick up trash, supervise a primary activity, drive to a field trip, sing a solo, clean the church, accompany for a baptism, give a talk. I kind of pride myself on “getting over” whatever fears or issues or stuff I have going on and just doing what needs to be done.
But I cannot, CANNOT, drive a bunch of women to the Relief Society Progressive dinner in the backseat (sick, dirty, smelly, crumbly, crayoned, cluttered) of my van. CANNOT.
Who’s with me?
**I did drive Ryan’s car, which seats 4. Ashley wanted big vans but the big Romney van was off limits.