No, this is not a terrible blog entry with some dramatic story. Just a quick blog entry with a nice story. I started the day a little apprehensive. I'll admit, I was kind of
dreading it. It was Sunday and my husband woke me bright and early as he was leaving at 6:15 so I could start the process of getting our family of four children ready for church-- ALL ALONE. Yes, today was his first Sunday as the 2nd Counselor in the Bishopric and I had to do it alone. Now, I did this before when he was Elders Quorum Pres, but that didn't include sitting in Sacrament Meeting and we were also less one little Owens....
I guess this was more daunting because my hubby is generally just so darn helpful on Sunday mornings that Sunday mornings have tended to be just short of a spa day for me. What, with the free time to shower at my leisure, shave my legs, pluck my brows, fully blow-dry my hair, paint my toenails depending on the season...then it ends with either pancakes or eggs that he had concocted....can I hear an amen?
So, again, I was sort of beginning my day with a feeling of dread, a little nervous, but bound and determined to get there on time, if not early! I had planned well. I had checked off all items on the list the night before:
*All clothes set out, including socks/shoes--check!
*Diaper bag packed including healthy snacks--check!
*Same diaper bag packed including not-so-healthy-emergency snacks--check!
*Books, coloring books, crayons, magna doodles, anything to distract 2-year-old--check!
So, we made it to church 7 minutes early. There was no drama. There were no terrible fights of what someone would or would not wear, no wailing because hair needed to be tamed, no crying because a shoe couldn't be found, no messy diaper as we were walking out the door. (I know many of you hear me loud and clear.)
It gets better. We made it through the entire meeting without Mommy (the one writing this) having to clean up an embarrassing spill of Kix cereal all over the floor or break up a fight over the blue crayon or take a single soul through the exit doors of the chapel. Miracles do happen, people.
Later that day, as the kids and I were eating lunch at home, we had 3 consecutive spills of cups of milk. Literally, I cleaned one spill, then the next one toppled...as my daughter was helping clean up the last spill, she quietly stated, "This is dreadful." We just laughed as we sopped up the wet mess, and she continued to say it. I realized, now that the potentially
dreadful day that I was anticipating never showed its face, I was okay with this kind of "dreadful".
*Editor's note: I would like to thank any angels that helped make this very undreadful day possible. You know who you are. And in case any are wondering, I am refering to
actual angels. I know that they are how these kinds of days occur. :)
Paige came home today with four-leaf clover she had made at school yesterday on St. Patrick's Day. They were supposed to write four wishes down that they would make. I got a kick out of it. If my USB cord was working I would've taken a picture of her actual clover, but here is her list of wishes:
