Shopping with a two-year-old and enduring terrible Sunday School lessons

I began this post by trying to come up with a title for this, but will have to wait until it is written. Now, do I write about the catastrophe that it is to try to shop with Emma? I am sure that I spend more money when I have her with me because my head can barely handle her screaming because she hates sitting in the cart, carrying her and having her squirming to get out of my arms, and then I acquiesce and allow her to walk, but find myself chasing her and saving her from drowning in the fountains at Lowe's. Yes, you read that right. She was actually blowing bubbles in their largest display fountain. Not only was it gross, but I am sure certain that people wondered where I was. I was trying to decide which plant to place in my landscaping. In the smaller fountain section the girls just had to touch the water in every single fountain just to know what the difference in the feel was. I thought it was cute and didn't mind too much, but another lady whose child tried to do the same thing she lifted him up and spanked him quite hard right there in front of everyone waiting in line to checkout. He must have been used to that kind of thing because he didn't even flinch. Yikes. I was frustrated a little, but nothing like that. Oh well, I probably spent too much on flowers, but my Florida room is looking much cozier and ready for spring, summer and fall relaxing. Have I ever mentioned just how much I love the weather here? It is divine!

Okay, the other thing that I wanted to write about was our Sunday School class yesterday. Ugh! I actually caught myself sighing out loud over and over and over! It was sad. I have a difficult time with teachers who are not good at teaching and do not understand the material. The sister teaching calls everyone Sister or Brother and then their first name instead of their last. That is just another thing that bugs me. Yesterday we were studying the teachings of Isaiah in 2nd Nephi. As usual, she goes way off the subject matter of the lesson and insists on using a book that I have no idea where it came from to teach it. Her efforts of stimulating class discussion is nonexistent and she glazes over most comments. She taught completely wrong doctrine yesterday saying that Nephi received the same "vision" that Isaiah had and was able to write it more exactly because he was receiving the revelation and Isaiah's writings in the Bible went through several translations. Yes, the Bible did undergo several translations, BUT Nephi was actually quoting Isaiah and the reason he was able to do it more completely would be because he was getting it from the Brass plates!!!! When I related this to Marc today on the phone (he is TDY to CA) he said that I should have said something to her, but I was way too contentious yesterday to even attempt to say anything. Then, during the lesson a brother in the ward brings up how he was reading this book that said the reason for the drop in crime in late nineties was due to the abortions that occurred in the seventies after the Roe v. Wade decision came down. Another "ugh" from me. He is talking about a great book, "Freakonomics" and he obviously did not understand the premise of the book. He didn't finish reading it though because he felt that it was wrong. This is another person that just doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Have I done enough complaining? Thankfully our teacher from yesterday is not the regular teacher and I hope to high heaven that our normal teacher is back next Sunday. I am going to shoot off an email to the Bishop wondering why we ALWAYS have to have this certain sister substituting in Sunday School....which brings to another question, How was she ever allowed to teach Seminary?

(PS-Lest you think that I am terrible and don't know any better, I know that I could have just studied the lesson on my own while she was teaching and learned something and also felt the Spirit, which I will diligently try next week if she is the teacher again.)