I don't even know what to say on this. I was asked a month ago to be in charge of the ward christmas party because naturally the RS activities leader (aka: me) would plan such an event. Take out the week for Thanksgiving and I was really only left with two weeks. This morning I got up at 4am because I've been so tired and hungry and stressed that I made myself nauseas with a head cold and I couldn't fall back a sleep. I finally got up at 5:30am, got ready, went to the church, cleaned up a couple of things and then when people started to file in all the breakers at the church went out. So I was cooking pancakes on the other side of the church by myself trying to get food out for people. I was about at the end of my rope at this point near to cursing ward parties. By the end I finally let people convince me that it was worth it but I'm not so sure. Add in my inexperience, huge expectations that the breakfast will be a production, hormones, a nasty cold, miscommunication, and different leadership styles you get a me that I didn't know existed. I have felt enough emotions in the past couple of days to last me a year and Jason got more emotional breakdowns from me than he's had this whole year. But I have also been very overwhelmed with how helpful and gracious people are and so willing to help. I really couldn't have done it without them. Here's a couple of pictures. Our theme was the Polar Express and I was so pleased with the decorations. Food on the other hand... I think I might have to figure something out for next year.
Also for future reference, ward's tend to call on young married people to plan their parties and here's the reasons my dad gave: they're actually pretty acurate
5. Everyone else has done it before
4. they don't know how terribly everyone performs their assigned tasked
3. They can still rope their spouses in to helping
2. They don't know what they are getting into
1. They are the only one who will say yes
So I have now learned my lesson!
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