Days to Remember.....or not?

It was just another Monday…Right? I decided I needed to write this post for my posterity. I also decided that days like Monday should be kept and remembered because one day I’ll look back and miss this…so they say!
Monday Morning around 4:45 I wake up in between Tye and Taylor in bed. I snuggle up to each one, and then realize Tye is burning with fever. Knowing I had a sick child cancelled all my plans for the day, but I thought I could still manage a few things. I then sneak out and start getting ready for Presidency Meeting. I make cinnamon rolls, muffins, do the dishes, pick up the house, clean the bathroom as Tate is crawling out of bed and Taylor is crying because I won’t let her make hot chocolate in her kitchen.
I get Tate up, pack his lunch, make breakfast, find his snow clothes scattered through the house and get him off to school. I get back just in time to type up an agenda for Presidency meeting and put the finishing touches on the New beginnings Invitations. 9:00 Presidency Arrives to Taylor crying because Tye’s not sharing the wii. 11:00 Presidency meeting is done, Taylor starts crying because they are leaving (why….I have NO idea)
I do the dishes from breakfast at presidency meeting, and go to my friend’s web site to find the recipes I need for Dinner with the missionaries that night(Thank you Chris-I rely on that way to much). Start getting the ham ready, fix lunch for Tye and Taylor, start making a fruit salad. Taylor starts crying because she wants cereal, instead of a sandwich. The phone rings, it’s the school and Tate has a Temperature of 102 and I need to go and get him.
After that called Wes and told him I have to run to the grocery store, because I don’t have everything I need for Dinner, he comes home and takes over with sick kids. Talk to our friend who is a financial planner and tells us how much money we are losing in the stock market. Get the mail and realize I haven’t paid the bills for the month. I run to the grocery store get home; look at the mess that is created by having children home from school but start cooking. Wes goes back to work. Check my email, post a small blog and Cook a pound of bacon to go into another salad. Make the potatoes, Jell-O salad, green bean casserole and start to finish the last salad, and the bacon disappeared. I hurry cook another pound of bacon, get the broccoli salad finished and decide that it’s too quite in the basement. I go down stairs to find cinnamon rolls upside down on the carpet and my kids watching "Flipper" eating the pound of bacon. I scream (Taylor cries) tell them that they are not allowed food in the basement and get out the Green Machine (This is the best invention in the world….a little portable carpet cleaner) to get frosting out of the carpet.
I get finished, get upstairs, do the dishes, and set the table (and Taylor cries because I started without her and she wanted to put the forks on) by this point I’m running out of steam. I hide the table centerpiece in the tub behind the shower curtain because I’m too tired to carry everything down stairs. I look at the bathroom, realizing I’ve got to clean it again, (I have little boys remember). I pay Tate 25 cents to clean the toilet and I start picking up the disaster of memory, sorry and chutes and ladders all over the living room floor. Taylor cries, because I’m putting her games away. I grab the vacuum again, check on the food cooking and realize I haven’t even combed my hair for the day. It’s close to 5, I have a half hour till they arrive so I head for the tub, and realize it is literally the first time I have sat down for the day. Taylor walks in, starts crying because she wants to take a bath. The phone rings for the 11th time and it's my Aunt in California telling me that she thinks my mother has had a stoke, spend the next hour calling my sister, Aunt Delrae and Dad and deciding if my Mom should go in for her heart pacer surgery Wednesday.

Pull myself together and make a poor attempt to comb my hair and put on lipstick, start filling up the glasses for dinner and the emptied the dishwasher for the 4th time and Wes walks in and starts helping. Taylor starts crying because Wes puts the silverware away, he sends her to her room because "he does not want to listen to her cry"……..WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT!!!

The missionaries arrive, my kids are sick, irritable, tired and have terrible fevers. We finish dinner, have family home evening with the elders, (we have 3 sets of missionaries in our ward….in case you were wondering why I have to cook the amount of food that I do) They bring such a nice spirit in our home that I forget (for a minute) how much effort it took to survive the day. My kids fall asleep all over the floor, the missionaries leave. I look at the mess…more dirty dishes and Wes starts begging me to come to bed instead of doing the dishes. (He’s soooo tired and would feel guilty if I stayed up to clean up) I go to bed….knowing that in the morning I will be waking up to more dishes…..and probably Taylor crying!!!!!

So in another 20 years, and my toilets are urine free, my house is clean, there are no board games scattered, my carpet actually stays clean, I sleep with Wes alone, I actually remember to comb my hair, can maybe fill a dishwasher once a day, have peace & quiet and no crying, will be to old to be YW president and too tired to fix a 6 course meal for the missionaries and being the one on the edge of having a stroke, I want to remember these days........................maybe!

Home Sweet Home.....Sometimes,Right?