Back when I was the ripe old age of 27, my dh was called as the bishop of a ward we had just moved into. I was designated as "mother of the ward". When I was at my wit's end due to no car, 3 little kids, a hubby either at his post-doc classes or church(before the block meetings) and dirt poor, I got a job. Suddenly, the "mother of the ward" was the gossip subject of the war
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