They teach you that Sunday is a day of rest. You know, sit back, relax... that kind of stuff. I say that is not the truth.
First, you get up at 6:00 in the morning to get ready for church. Then you try not to look stupid during sacrament when all of the boys in the ward are pacing around the room watching you. You have callings. I attend many a meetings on Sunday afternoons. Sunday is the day when we have family over for dinner. (Don't get me wrong, I love my family.) Cooking, cleaning up, it's kind of stressful.
Plus, on top of all of that, the phone is ringing every millisecond of the day when your mom is the Relief Society president.
So much fun. Am I lacking sincerity in my voice? Why, yes... how did you guess?
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