A not-so-perfect "Mormon" mom

Next week my oldest child turns 21. I texted him and asked if we could take him to dinner for his birthday, but a couple days before his birthday. And I asked him where he would want to go for dinner. His response: Home. Wow! Seriously, he wants to come home for his birthday dinner with his family. Maybe during the five months he's been out on his own, he figured out that his family isn't so bad to be around. (It sure does a mother's heart good.) Or, maybe he just wants home made food. I don't know what he eats, but I doubt much of it is home made - or as good as we make it at home. I guess what you grow up with is comfort food and when you have a birthday it's good to be around those that you feel comfortable with, eating food you love. My second oldest child will be coming back home in about two weeks, the duration of which is unknown at this time. She said she is ready to come home and has learned a bit while she's been gone. I'm glad for both. Th...

A couple of weeks ago, on a Tuesday, I received a call from the executive secretary. Can you come and talk to Brother S tonight? Now, usually, I'm up for whatever, but that day - was bad. I can't even remember why it was a bad day, but most likely it was hormonal. I was grumpy. I didn't want anyone around. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I had come home from work and put on my pajamas and went to the closet to hide. Yep, it was like that. So, when he called and asked that question, my response was something like, "He's over the young women, right? Then, no, I can't come in." Of course I was sarcastic, but mostly serious. And, of course, I went in (but not without a good cry first, and a meager attempt at humility). "We'd like to call you to be a Beehive advisor in the young women." "I'd rather teach Gospel Doctrine." "We have an opening for that as well." "I'd rather be in the nursery." "We...