The Seventh Day

The person who coined the phrase "Sunday is a day of rest" was most definitely a man.

There is NO resting for me on the seventh day, and it's driving me slowly insane. I miss the days of peaceful worshiping and spiritual growth. Sunday's for me now go something like this:

Wake up Get woken up {6:30 a.m.}.
Make breakfast {Hootenanny Pancakes. Every Sunday.}
Get a call from the home teachers saying they want to visit after church.
Clean the house so the home teachers can visit after church.
Bathe the children.
Iron everyone's clothes.
Realize I'm still in my bathrobe when they come to collect Fast Offerings, so quickly hide with the children behind the couch until they leave {Matt is inevitably in the shower whenever they come}.
Prepare the Fast Offering to take to church.
Take a shower and do my hair {if I'm lucky}.
Make lunch.
Dress the children.
*you may be asking where Matt is during all this.....two words- football season. {and he's usually dead tired because he's had a sleep-over with the kids downstairs the night before}
Go to church.
Sit on the bench {starting order- Matt, Lincoln, Jackson, Kensie, me & Landon}.
Matt gets asked to help with the Sacrament.
Children turn into holy terrors.
New bench order- Lincoln, me, Jackson, Kensie & Landon
Children giggle. Children fight. I pinch. I give "the look". People around me fear for their lives.
Matt comes back.
I leave with the baby to enjoy the meeting in the foyer.
I stay in the foyer for the next hour because the baby is dead tired and will NOT go to sleep and is only happy when I'm walking around.
I go to Young Women's where thankfully there are a billion willing babysitters who coo and coddle the wee one and I get to sit and listen to the lesson.
Come home.
Make dinner.
Children do sundry things to get on my nerves.
Family prayer {where the person praying always seems to bless us that we can be nice to one another. Could have used that prayer in the morning}.
Put the kids to bed.
Eat ice cream and watch Food Network {ahhhh, now there's the "rest"!}


*okay, okay. Not every Sunday is like this.........


Sometimes I don't have to make dinner.