I was unprepared this weekend.
I was unprepared for what would happen when I shared a Cadbury Creme Egg with James. (Just use your imagination. It wasn't as bad as when he had a flailing fit while holding an open Go-gurt, but it was as memorable.)
I was unprepared for the awesome words of support and advice that I got both on the blog and via email. I was really touched that so many people took the time to care about us and our sicky James. We have an appointment with the Allergist on Monday and the ENT on Wednesday. We got the referral for the allergist from our regular dr and the referral for the ENT from the Urgent care dr. He also has his 2 year appointment scheduled for wednesday, but I think we'll put that one off a bit as we decide what to do and who his new pediatrician will be.
I was unprepared for conference, especially the solemn assembly. If you want to know the truth, I was hanging out in my pjs, wrestling James on the bed when Sat. morning conference came on. Ben came in the room and we watched as the sustainings began. I say I was unprepared because I had no idea that I would be given such a strong and beautiful outpouring of the Spirit as our new Prophet was sustained. I wasn't dressed, I was sitting in bed, I was entertaining a rowdy 2 year old and suddenly as the solemn assembly began I felt the Spirit stronger than I have in a very long time. It was an amazing feeling and I hope that it doesn't sound trite when I say that in that moment I received my personal witness that Thomas S. Monson is a prophet called of God. Our prophet. I cried, a lot. James touched my face and said, "Sad?" I just had to hug him and tell him that I was very happy because we have a wonderful prophet given to us as a help from Heavenly Father. I felt very blessed and undeserving of that experience since I had been a slacker in bed in pjs. But, I know that I was supposed to have that experience, surely with many others in southern NM because soon after the sustainings, the cable channel dropped the conference proceedings and didn't start again until noon on both days. (we just watched/listened online.)
I can't say that I heard and absorbed every minute of the 4 sessions; you can thank "Senor I'm-two-and-I-want-it-now" for the majority of the distractions. But I can say that I KNOW that President Monson is called of God, and is our prophet.
Oh, and I can also say, "I need a break, honey." Elder Ballard and President Monson said I should have one. Soon.