I'm not sure exactly what it is, but sometimes Sundays feel like nothing goes right. And even if it doesn't necessarily go wrong, it feels like it.
Went to church today and played the organ, then went off to Sunday School. Well, on the way there I had 2 bishopric members stop me and ask if I was attending the Temple Prep class. I am, technically. The family history class and temple prep alternate months taught by Bishop and Sister Wright. I've been going to the family history class, anticipating it eventually changing over to temple prep. When I got to class - I was the only one there. And there is a decent handful of people who need to be in the class. (Read "need to be" as "they're engaged and if that wedding is going to be in the temple they need to attend every single session of this class.") So we basically cancelled the lesson and talked family history all class. Which I can live with, but I'm a little tired of it being just me. (This has happened before. I've been the only Single Adult in that class several times, albeit we were in the Family History portion.)
After church I attempted to have choir practice. One person showed, bless him. I have this awesome hymn arrangement and no choir to sing it. I'm about one more practice (with less than 3 people) away from disbanding the choir and not re-instituting it until I have at least 10 people request to join. Because I'm done putting everything I have into something that no one cares about.
By the time I got home, I was quite frustrated and tired. Tif had gotten home about an hour earlier and was taking a nap. Nothing else to do but take my own nap and hope that the frustrated feeling subsides. Mom woke us up at about 6:30pm and we made dinner: steak and potatoes. She got some yesterday when she went shopping. They were delicious. There was also chive butter for the potatoes. Yep, now you're jealous. You're welcome.
At church earlier, I was invited to a friend's house for a game night. I love games. So after dinner I headed over. We had 7 people show up total. Played a few games I haven't played before: Rummikub, the Great Dalmuti and Golf (not the one with clubs, but with cards). And this one round of golf, we kept calling the cards... I don't know how we did it, but one guy wasn't sure if he should take a card, and I said, "it's gonna be a 4." And it was. This happened several times with different people calling it, which was really cool. It was fun to play some games, but one of the guys who came supremely annoys me at just about every turn. Literally. Every time play came back around to him and then me (cuz we ended up next to each other...) he would comment on my flawed strategy. So I left before everyone else. It was getting late, but they were going to keep playing. I was a little fed up by that point.
So I came home and apparently Tifini was worried about me. Mom said she came upstairs at 10:42pm and said that her daughter wasn't home and that it was late. Maybe mom should text me and make sure I'm okay. I got home less than 5 minutes later, which I thought was funny. Thanks for caring, sis. Good night.
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