To Speculate or not to Speculate

Earlier this morning I got the call. I’ve been waiting for it and had almost given up. Two weeks ago our ward was split for the second time in 16 months. I guess that is what happens when you live in a new development area. Even changing wards twice we still have managed to be called as the “food storage specialists” twice. I have to admit it has been a great calling for us because we have diligently been working on our food storage. But after the last few months of canning the entire ward’s orders ourselves because no one thinks it might be polite and responsible to help out, we’ve been wanting a change. So with the announcement of the ward change, I have anxiously been waiting for the call. We are meeting with our new Bishop tonight at 6:50 pm. I immediately called Neil and left him a message and hoped he would call me back so we could speculate. I love speculating. But, I was once again reminded that men think much differently than women. Neil got my message, put it in a box in his brain, and went on thinking about engineering stuff, with no desire to speculate about what the outcome of our meeting would be. So when he FINALLY called me back hours later, I had to check and make sure he got my message. Because if I got that kind of message, I would have at least called to talk about it but oh yeah I am working with a man here. After receiving the confirmation that he indeed did get my message, I asked him what he thought. But before he had a chance to speculate, I had to give him MY ideas because I’ve had hours to think about it. In which his response was, “We’ll see tonight, won’t we?” Then he wanted to talk about engineering stuff. But I wasn’t done! I wanted to know what he thought. Because I am a woman and can’t let things go, I ambushed him 30 minutes later, demanding why he wouldn’t speculate and his response, “I don’t like to speculate, I would just rather wait and see. I am either going to be right or wrong, so speculating is just a waste of time.” Well, I KNOW that..... but speculating is fun. Speculating lets me go through all the possibilities so I will be prepared for the outcome.

Since I can’t get anywhere with my man, I thought I would speculate here and maybe you can speculate with me. But you will have to be fast as my fate will be decided in nearly 4 hours. I am 85% sure it will be nursery. I don’t know how we have avoided it thus far. It is inevitable. I was just hoping since we weren’t contributing to the bunch we could fly under the radar. Plus, I am terrible with kids. I am embarrassed to admit it because I am suppose to ogle over babies and such but I couldn’t care less. Seriously, I was that girl who when my mother-in-law tried making me hold a baby once, I actually refused. I wanted nothing to do with it. Maybe she thought it would be inspire me or something. In any case, unless I can talk intelligently with an individual and as my brother says “they can go the bathroom by themselves” then there is a problem. Neil on the other hand loves nursery. He is great with kids and knows how to talk to them. Our three year old neighbor girl has a huge crush on him because of his charm with kids.

Anyway, if it is not nursery, then we will probably continue our sentence as “food storage specialists.” Honestly, I would love a calling in the Relief Society. I would be good at that. But that is why it is probably nursery. Somebody needs to babysit all 60 kids on Sunday.