A Successful Sunday

Maybe it was the lack of pressure on me to teach a great lesson. Maybe it was knowing this would be my last Sunday at church for a while (forever, if I bleed to death on the C-section table - perhaps an hour of repentant prayer is in order). It was a nice, nice Sunday.

The List of Things That Might Have Made Today Go Bad, But Didn't:

* Someone left a chocolate in my bed ... with no wrapper.

* My husband hadn't brought laundry up, so I had to drag my lazy bum out of bed, run down to the laundry room and fetch him undies and a wrinkly shirt for an early meeting, because my mom's room is by the laundry room and Greg would rather not run down there with no underwear. He's courteous like that. Quite the ordeal for a girl who will be giving birth at the end of the week, though.

* I crawled back in bed and slept in a bit, leaving me less than a hour to get two little boys dressed in Sunday clothes and fed, feed myself, shower, and get pretty, pack the church bag, and drive us there.

* I forgot to eat breakfast, or more accurately, I wanted to look pretty more than I wanted to eat Frosted Flakes and a banana. Ah, vanity.

* I was 10 minutes late getting to church.

* I forgot to pack diaper wipes, drinks, tissues, and crayons in my church bag.

* The talks in sacrament meeting were very, very good, but heavy on the doctrine and light on personal stories.

* In Relief Society (the adult women's class), they had a "Good News" minute and my mom totally stole MY good news about having my baby on Friday, so I had no good news of my own to share.

* I planned on making Crock Pot Roast and mashed potatoes and homemade rolls, but we all fell asleep and I had to make Chicken Parmesan Happiness w/ marinara and pasta instead (cooking chicken is one of my many fatal flaws).

* Canon took a nap which makes him tricky to get to sleep at bed time.

* Canon wanted to spend all afternoon pantsless and diaperless.

* The ever Noble Crichton wanted the family to have Daily Family Scripture Study before bed (which we sometimes do consistently, but have been neglecting lately) and wanted to tell us the story of the life of Moses, but had to make colorful illustrations first. Meanwhile, Canon (still half naked) was running around, throwing crayons and toys on the floor, ripping off my band aid, crawling over daddy's legs (gross), as Greg, with the powers and focus of OCD, read a novel, until I got him to participate in the reading of some actual scriptures. Actual scripture reading ended, coincidentally, just as Crichton finished his visual aides and then we were presented with a surprisingly accurate rendition of the life of Moses. Then we dragged the boys to bed.

* Yesterday we half transformed the boys toy room into a nursery and put most of the toys haphazardly in the boys room; it remains quite the disaster, though after a hysterical outburst by me, threatening to move the boys bunk beds myself and end up in the ER, cute husband rearranged several things so that the room was a slightly smaller disaster. I will not be moving the bunk beds tomorrow.

SEE, lots of things to make me have a stressful, dreadful, crazy, bad Sunday.

BUT today I made an effort to be a sweet, fun wife. I only went crazy like 2 or 3 times. AND I didn't rant on for minutes with criticisms or complaints (except the boys bedroom thing). When I wanted to raise my voice and assert my ahh thori-TIE, I smiled and let things go, tried to have fun, to enjoy my kids - even the THIRD time I was being told the knock-knock-banana-orange joke. My chicken turned out just fine - not DELICIOUS, but Crichton gave the meal a "fantastic" and everyone wanted 2nds (I think, though, they just took a little at first, due to my chicken history, but, upon realizing it's actual edibleness, were willing to indulge a bit more). The chocolate in the bed, Greg slept on it and in the morning, we all laughed and made fun of his "accident." I should really go change those sheets, now. And hide the chocolate better.

If you like chocolate, like good chocolate, not cheap waxy chocolate crap, try Hershey's new Bliss. Mmmmm, get the milk chocolate melt away kind.

And notice the just less than full moon ... see it up there ... challenging me, knowing it generally failed to make me a sleep deprived monster. This month. Ha HA! Except yesterday. I was really bad yesterday.

I award myself 15 points for the day, with a 2 point deduction for going crazy when I saw the boys' room and a 2 point bonus for not blogging until after the kids were in bed.