Sophie has been invited to a Primary activity.
Of my vast readership, (you know--all 10 of you) I'm assuming that about 4 of you know what that means, and maybe half that know what it means to me.
Basically, Primary is the children's section of the LDS (Mormon) church. Primary is where Mormon kids go on Sunday to learn about Joseph Smith and following the prophet and families can be together forever and Jesus wants me for a sunbeam and genealogy and going to the temple and repentance and all that other wacked out shit.
Occasionally, the Primary has an activity during the week--something fun but definitely church related. Kids are encouraged to invite "non-member" and "inactive" friends, in order to "fellowship" them. One of the basic tenents of the LDS church is "Every member a missionary."
So--yesterday, when Emily's mom came to pick her up, she asked, very sweetly, if Soph wanted to go with Em to the Primary activity tomorrow/today. PROBABLY Em's mom assumed that we're LDS. PROBABLY she was being her very sweet self and just wanted Em to have someone to hang out with. OR she caught on to the fact that I'm a Mormon in Recovery and thought she'd do her part to get me back in the fold--via my daughter.
Erik's mom asked a while back if she could start taking Soph to church. I said, in my head, not only no but HELL NO. Out loud, I said, thanks, but no thanks. What I should have said, to steel some writing from a little fiction I've been working on is, "Look you guys, I appreciate all you've done for me and for Soph, but frankly, I think your religion is crazy. It's oppressive toward women, and creates an environment of hypocrisycy and duplicity. Plus, Joseph Smith was a total sociopath, and Brigham Young did it ALL for the nookie. Your god is an asshole. Mine? Well, she's a little more understanding. "
From here on out, it's just going to get worse and weirder. I remember being in church, and thinking of the poor kids whose parents were inactive, how we would try and call them, and include them, and kind of feel sorry for them, and think we were all benevolent and so doing the right thing. It makes me want to absolutely hurl to think of anyone thinking of Sophie in that way.
On the other hand--she would be out of the house, and out of my hair for most of the afternoon.