Bad bad visitor...

I have a confession to make well actually a few.
I have NEVER loved visiting teaching. NEVER. At most it was okay and that was only when it was not VTing just friendship that was conveniently assigned to be my route.
First thing that gets under my skin is the idea of an assigned friend. An assigned friend that just happens to call you at the very end of every month. And shares a lesson (a lesson that if you have been doing your assigned friend duties you have already read...) and says a prayer but only after asking if anything can be done to which the answer is always no. Lather, rinse, repeat. Oh wait... wrong instructions- here they are... repeat the cycle after no more than 30 days.
Second thing that gets under my skin is the great disparity of knowledge. I still think of myself as a youngen'. 26 years on earth have far from made me an expert on anything. What can I share with a well-seasoned matriarch? better yet... what can I share with a well-seasoned matriarch while I am trying to stop my rascals from destroying her antique Brittish tea service and simultaneously grinding goldfish crackers into her heirloom quilt (the brought over the plains by her pioneer ancestors)?
Third thing is I miss condensed ward boundaries. It takes so long to travel and teach that it is like an all day event. My children are spoiled and indulged when it comes to outings. We visit the museums or the zoo or story time on a pretty regular basis. So here I get them all ready to drive a 1/2 hour and there is no reward for their car trip. No animals, no sand box, no Mrs. Colleen. Just their mom talking to someone else and telling them no or asking them to be quiet for what seems like FOREVER. Little do they know... it seems like FOREVER to me as well.
So for the other confession. This morning I screened my phone calls and left the house quickly as to avoid a phone call from my companion asking me to visit one of my assigned friends. I left, she called, I had a twinge of quilt. Not large enough to prompt a call or a visit, just large enough to blog about it at 1:30 am.
So, there was actually I time I did not mind part of VTing. But that was because it was not forced but natural. It was when my assigned friend and my companion were actually friends and visits were not daunting even if they were long. My lovely daughter could play with and be frightened by her iDog and we would count lunches and casual conversations- time we probably would have spent together anyway- as our quota time together. The support we gave each other wasn't in response of the token question, "is there anything we can do for you this month?" but it was gained from a knowledge of struggles that were learned through spending time together, working side by side, seeing needs and meeting them. I believe this was a more perfect model of the program. I will probably never be a perfect model again.
Please help me tolerate it more.