I was going to quickly post this last night... but the girls needed the computer for homework. Math homework, which I am of absolutely NO HELP with. Their high school is very "technology forward," so they access all of their text books online. Bill rolled his eyes at me last night as the girls were in a tizzy over who was on the computer first. We do have two computers, but nobody wants to use the old, out-dated, extremely slow-loading one. It might make for a L-O-N-G school year.
But before this uncomfortable scene of Dad-helping-with-math-in-the-midst-of-angst, we performed service for FHE by helping clean the church. Out of the three families assigned (is it service if you're assigned?), we arrived last, so you may (or may not) know what THAT means. It means we got to do the "wet" cleaning... the bathrooms, kitchen, drinking fountains, and glass doors. Lucky us. Bill cleaned the base around those toilets in the men's bathroom like there was no tomorrow.
Shilo even spit-shined Taylor's missionary plaque. Can you see he is at the top? Our ward rotates them so they are in order of departure (at the bottom right) to arrival home (top left). We currently have 8 plaques up, and yessiree, Taylor's in the numero uno position. 5 weeks from tomorrow. (Mothers can do a count-down... it's okay, I promise.)
All done. Doesn't it feel good?
We get assigned also, it's still service...you just don't get to pick when you want to do it. We end up doing it at least 4 times a year. This is our week too!!
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