Sundays are supposed to be a day of rest, right? I mean, it’s even in the Bible!
Ex. 23: 12 12- “Six days thou shalt do thy work, and on the seventh day thou shalt rest“. So how come on Sundays, I always end up collapsing into my swedish technologically inspired memory foam mattress created by Nasa (whatever that means!) in a quivering mass, mumbling something about “tired…….. hungry…….. can’t……. move…….”?
Yesterday was no exception. I mentioned in my Saucy Frocks blog about perhaps taking on a bit too much this weekend. Well, I underestimated exactly HOW much too much really is. Grossly! I guess it comes from my tendency to be a bit more positive about things, (my husband calls it living in a fantasy world), but I think that I can actually accomplish a lot more than perhaps I can in reality. I don’t want to let people down, I don’t want to be considered a flake! But it’s amazing how often I come across looking like a flake and a let-down because I have too much on my plate.
Yesterday, I was asked to sing in church, as well as a meeting that night. No problem, I’ve done that loads of times before. The problem: I was sewing so much last week I never had time to find music, or learn anything new. I also had to conjure up some refreshments for the meeting last night. Again, no problem. I am always cooking, no biggie. I ALSO had to watch my little 11 month old nephew who happens to be an absolute DOLL, and is very well behaved. So, I figured… (can we say it all together?) NO PROBLEM! Oh, and I had committed to going to church choir practice, too.
Well, baby Jackson shows up a little before choir practice, so that threw me off. I had just put the cakes into the oven for that night, so I couldn’t leave until they were done. I fixed a roast for dinner and was waiting to put it into the oven after the cakes came out. I never made it to choir practice because of the baby and the cakes. I packed up the baby as soon as the cakes came out, and went to practice with my accompanist for church in a few minutes. Hurried home, turned temp down on oven so roast didn’t burn, rushed off to church. Sang in church. Came home- handed baby off to his dad, made fruit topping for cakes, practiced song for that night. Made lemon topping for cakes, whipped cream, copied song onto mp3 player and packed up speakers, saw it was a little after 6 pm… no problem, it doesn’t start until 6:30…… get to church and kitchen door isn’t opened. Rush around to other door….. in heels…… get to kitchen and find out meeting started at 6, not 6:30!!!! Gahhhhh!!!!! Rush to prop kitchen door open to bring stuff in. Grab armfulls of stuff and find kitchen door has closed! Clomp to other door, pry open with foot….. find people are calling me to see where I am! Deposit stuff in kitchen and hastily go to meeting. Sing my song. Rush into kitchen to get topping put onto cakes with help from great ladies in ward!!!! Serve food and eat…. yummy. Song turned out ok, food turned out ok, baby lived, family didn’t starve….
Ok, well, I managed to do it all…. not without looking like a flake, though. I guess something had to give! However, the highlight of my night was coming home to a fabulously clean kitchen!!!! You can imagine how it must have looked frantically getting everything ready… but my sweet hubby and sweet little boy had it all cleaned when I got home!!!!!!!
Collapse into bed…… big sigh……. hopefully I won’t have to do that again for a while!
