Being a teacher of 7th grade is insanity.

Duly noted.

Adding on top of it the accepting of the church calling Bear Den Scout Leader and having to deal with 8 rambunctious and excitable little nine year old boys DOESN’T HELP ANYTHING.

Especially when they start singing songs from “Enchanted” at the top of their lungs… mostly on key. Yeah. Really.

Last night I told the bishop of our ward that it wasn’t like I was busy enough spending over 40 hours of my week with a bunch of 11-13 year old kids. Why not add a couple hours of nine year old boys in there too? I definitely wasn’t making productive use out of my free time, so I got a second calling on top of that too.

So now, I am officially The Bear Den Assistant Scout Leader AND Assistant Something of the Committee Formally Known as Enrichment.

I’m mostly joking about not liking all that. Mostly. Most of the time it doesn’t bother me at all.

Most of the time.

But I can’t help but wonder if maybe that is why I am home sick yet again for the 100th time this year.

Aren’t you supposed to get some sort of blessing or intrinsic reward from all these niceties and service?

I’ll be more cheerful tomorrow. Promise.