This one time, my life BLEW UP. Really, that's the only way I can describe it.
I'm not sure exactly when it started. Maybe it was sitting in a little room in the Stake Offices hearing that Mike was being called to be Stake Men's Sports Specialist. As this meant he'd be released from Elder's Quorum Secretary, we thought maybe we'd get more time together (everyone laugh manically since you know that this occurred sometime in February, which meant BASKETBALL SEASON).
We briefly talked about my calling: Primary chorister and pianist (not at the same time, silly). I distinctly remember saying, "and I don't want to be moved please. EVER." I also distinctly remember the LOOK that President Stratton gave me. The Spirit was either speaking to him or to me.
I was called to be Relief Society Secretary one and a half weeks later.
Okay. When you've finished laughing and rolling on the floor ('cause that's about what I was doing when the Bishop asked me to accept that calling), I can continue.
Maybe I should just say that being a secretary doesn't come easily for me. Punctuality...organization...generally clear thinking...NOT ME.
Aaaaaand Mike was at basketball two nights a week and several hours on Saturdays for basketball.
Aaaaaand another night for volleyball and another couple hours on Saturdays for that as well.
Then there's my firstborn. Really, it's not for nothing that he is known to Mike's coworkers as Attila the Son. He's smart, and he is good at HAVOC. "When it comes to havoc, nobody wreaks like me!!!!" He was also starting to scare me. Something about the animal look in his eyes and the snarl on his face when he got angry...and STAYED angry. So, we went to a psychologist (Dr. Richards, for those of you who know him) and had a little talk. The first thing he mentioned was that we should try going off of gluten.
and a little bell went off in my head that said, "YEP."
For those of you who aren't acquainted with "going off gluten," I can explain it in two words: STOP EATING EVERYTHING YOU LOVE. Pizza? Donuts? Cereal? Bread? Pasta? CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES made by your mother-in-law? All out. Every dinner that you have been stocking up for using your hard earned coupons (anyone want a storage room full of gluten)? Sorry, you are going to have to START OVER.
So, kinda, I've been going a little bit crazy. But the awesome part is: Gregory feels SO much better. He's a different child. I wish gluten worked for the "terrible two's" though. Isaac is becoming a handful (it never ENDS)! I feel way better too. Remarkably so. Always listen to your mother, because she's just about always right (she's been telling me to try going off gluten for years). And even though most weeks right now are CARAZY (did I mention I spent ALL DAY at visiting teaching conferences?) we're doing pretty well. Although I feel like I'm going on a super fast treadmill and I might fall off if I step wrong.
But hey. I've always wanted to get better at running.
