Yes, I know it is way late...

Okay it is a bit past my bedtime, but my mind is in the middle of the Ididorod and won't chill.

Today when I came home from school was way grouchy. There was no reason to be really, but I was. Everything my brothers did annoyed me a ton. So I was a bit snappy and then my mom asked me if I would help a Friend and Neighbor who is ill, by taking her little girl to a Soccer game. I honestly wasn't to happy about it so I said yes and then kept my mouth shut for a good half hour. I took that little girl (age 5-6) to the best soccer game ever. All of the kids clumped around the ball and kicked towards the wrong goal many times. The gym floor was very slippery so there were kids on the ground, sliding into each other, and cartwheeling across the floor. They didn't even notice when someone scored a goal and would sometimes help the other team on purpose just to be nice. It was awesome! I love little kids. Afterwards I took her home and helped her and siblings in bed. I was on such a feel-good high that I started cleaning the kitchen. I was there for two hours just cleaning. It only felt like 30 minutes to me.

Then I came home, apologized to the brothers that I needed too, and had apple juice, and am now going to go to bed.

Service is the best medicine for grouchiness. It also works as a preventive medicine. Remember President Monsons "warm fuzzies" talk. (I need to read it again) actually serving makes me feel 100 times as good as listening about what other people have done.