Thank God for Sundays. I mean that literally. I don't remember the talks in church all that well because I had squirmy kids to deal with, but after church I felt a lot better. All that crap I've been absorbing left me with only a mild residue to clean up. And I was blessed with only six little kids in nursery instead of the usual 12-14. Don't get me wrong. They are all cute in their own little ways, but when there are only me and one assistant, that's a high toddler to adult ratio. A smaller group makes for better one on one time and less arguments over toys.
Yes, I have asked for more assistants. The Primary presidency says they are working on it. They are doing their best. I like to think I'm doing mine, though I know there's always room for improvement.
I was just grateful that yesterday, even though it wasn't a "perfect" Sunday, my spiritual batteries got a thorough flush and recharge. I finally get what Christ meant when he said, "Come to me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I shall give you rest."