An Almost Perfect Day

Ever have one of those days that seem as though NOTHING could go wrong?  It seems so "Betty Crocker." Everything is working together and nothing is out of place but, then it all comes to a screeching halt.  Yup, that's what happened to me yesterday. 
We all got an extra hour of sleep right?  Nope, not me, my kids were up at the 'old' normal time.  However, with that extra hour before church I was able to have children fed, washed, and dressed appropriately with a little extra time for me.  After spending time getting myself ready I was actually able to spend time in my bible.  You must understand that me reading the bible in the morning just doesn't happen.  I'm usually falling asleep to it in bed!  After loading up my two dearest children we drove the 20 minutes to church where my son did not cry for the first time while being left in the nursery and my daughter went into children's church without a struggle and tears.  I was left to sit peacefully and really dwell on the words of the worship time.  I was able to turn to a verse in my bible during the sermon without pulling out yet another pen I will lose and scratch piece of paper for scribbles.  I REALLY was able to listen and LOVE the sermon at church.  Afterwards picking up both children with smiles and Sunday school crafts in tow.  Then off to the market....  Can you hear the 50s elevator music yet???  After making it through the store without cries of 'pleeeeeeeeaaaassssee I really really need it!!!"  We stopped by the local sandwich shop to take home lunch for all, including my extremely hard working farmer husband.    After walking in the door with my DS asleep on my shoulder and my DD ready to visit with her Nana and cousins I was met with more peace and quiet.  As both of the 'men folk' rested and watched football and my DD was next door playing, I was left with time to rake up leaves outside, to make a nice supper and clear up the dishes, and read a book that wasn't a 'how to raise a (fill in the blank) child."  With supper slowly cooking and my DS waking and going next door as well, my husband began to get ready to go outside to start the evening chores.  To this point, it's been a beautiful, peaceful, Little House day.  The only thing better would be chocolate at this point.  (But WW frowns on pigging out on too many. ) As I begin to place the homemade beef vegetable soup in freezer containers my husband turns to me and asks, "so....  what should we do with our life?"   WHAT???????????  A life question now?????  Are you kidding me??????  HUH????????  I love him dearly but does he understand what that type of question does to a woman's mind???  After that it was mass chaos and such.  Both kids came home, my husband left to do chores, my sister and her husband showed up, my DS threw up all over the floor, my DD didn't want to go to bed even though she had bags under her eyes, and I had, yet again, a sink full of dishes to do.  WHAT HAPPENED???????  
Ok, so all of you who have been through this are probably laughing at me.  That's ok, because I choose to remember the peace, remember the tranquility, remember the ahhhhhhhhhh never mind.



To more 'peaceful' days ahead!
Lisa