September 29, 2015

Sundays are NOT Restful

On Sunday, I woke up at 5:15am. On purpose. I was originally going to set my alarm to 4:30, but I said to myself, NAH. You can totally have all the things done if you sleep that extra 45 minutes.

My self was a big, fat liar.

In a nutshell, I had to make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and make sure that everyone was dressed for church and ready to go by 8am. In theory, it should have been plenty of time. But it wasn't.

We left 20 minutes later than planned, and I had to finish my hair and make-up in the car.

Why? Because we were invited to speak in church up in PeƱasco, New Mexico at 10am. And it's a good hour and a half away.

Meanwhile, that morning, I was going to print out the kids talks... You know, because they were also speaking, and had written them on the computer. Except the computer decided to restart and install a bunch of updates, and I was like, "No big deal, they can write something in the car! We have plenty of time!"

Except I forgot to have them write their stuff. I forgot until we pulled IN TO the parking lot, 15 minutes before church was to start.

Luckily, I have super amazing skills, and I wrote three, three minute talks, in the parking lot. Because I'm a winner.

Immediately after sacrament meeting, we hightailed it outta there, because we had our primary program, which all four of the kids were in (for the last time! Thaddeus will be 12 next year and in Young Men's) and I was the pianist for.

So we got back on the road, and busted out our gourmet picnic lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, with a side of orange slices and pretzels. Also packed: water bottles, baby wipes, napkins, and floss. Because I plan ahead and don't enjoy people with sticky fingers and crap in their teeth.

I was also subbing as the ward organist that day, which means not only did we need to be to church on time, we needed to be EARLY, so I could play prelude music. You know, invite the spirit and all that.

By the way, I am NOT trained to play the organ, and I had no idea what to do with the pedals. But when I looked down, I realized the pedals were the same as the keyboard, and I kinda figured it out. However, it would take LOTS of practice for me to be able to play without staring at my feet. No matter though, because I received lots of compliments about how well I played, and I just smiled and said thank you. Because confidence is a key element in tricking people. Have you ever seen a cowardly con artist? NO. YOU HAVE NOT.

At any rate, by the time we got home at 4:30 in the afternoon, I was SO, SO GLAD that I had put dinner in the crockpot before we left, and so was every one else.

I'm just glad that the primary program is OVER, and that this weekend is general conference. I fully intend to go bra-less all weekend. (Don't judge. You know you'd do it too.)