Thanks a bunch {day 27}

I woke up to a dark house on a Sunday Morning.

Jake was getting ready for his 6 am meeting.

Macy was whining in Ash and Hals bed.

{since they often all choose to share a twin bed}

I scooped the little babe out of the middle of the girls and carried her into my bed.

I snuggled her up, but she couldn't get comfortable.

I kissed Jake and sent him out the door.

{with a hope to see him home by 4:30 pm}

Since Macy wouldn't fall back to sleep, there was no use in me just laying in bed.

I showered and began getting Sunday stuff done.

As each of the kids woke up, I could tell that this may be an interesting day.

{Nobody was grumpy, but a few were very close}

I did my best to use my infamous sing- song voice as I kissed each head, made breakfast and read scriptures.

I encouraged with all of my patience for them to get dressed for church... and tidy their room.

...but it wasn't happening.

{and I don't mean the room tidy}

{in the 1 hour and 30 minutes allotted}

What is a mom to do?

Is the natural consequence really to let them go to church in their underwear?

I finally got stern enough for them to quickly put on clothes and then hustle out the door.

Before the sacrament meeting started Macy began whining.

{the same whine as this morning at 5:45}

I knew she must be tired.

But she wasn't giving up.

The whine continued.

{and I continued to test my wavering patience}

Hallie reminded me during the sacrament that she had a talk today in primary.

{ohhhhkay}

Luckily she is a bright and easy going little thing and wrote her talk sitting on the pew.

{with only a few whispered helps from me}

Macy fell asleep during the last 10 minutes.

{the perfect amount of time for her to fall asleep, just enough, to wake up more irritable than she started}

finally, the last song was sung and it was time for primary and nursery for macy and I.

I am a nursery worker during the 2nd hour of church.

It is usually the worlds best calling.

Snacks, snuggles, and toys.

{nothing better}

Today, since its a holiday and the end of the year, there were about 19 kids in there.

{And it seemed like 87}

Since it was a little more "active" in there today, I stayed for the last hour to help out.

I was greeted by each of my primary children as they were excused from their classes at the end of church.

I noticed that my 2 male offspring had an abundant amount of energy, as I reminded them repeatedly, "we don't wrestle at church."

{14ish times}

I hurried them home, made some popcorn and hoped that the day would get easier.

{and somehow my patience would recharge for the remaining 6 hours of the day}

After the home teachers arrived, Jake came home.

{insert angels singing}

My man was the extra body to help listen to the stories, watch gymnastic tricks, ogle over newly drawn photos,  curb the tattling, and give me an easy dinner idea.

{but he even did better than that}

He measured each child and then showed them which rides at disneyland they will be tall enough to ride.

{on his iPad}

{talk about attention getter}

 Jakes skills combined with the quiet of a trek meeting that night, I was able to end the day counting my blessings.

{and I am thankful that tomorrow is a new day}