"A Day in the Life of a Not So Molly Mormon" 4

My sister sent me an email this morning that said, "Just a quick hello. How are you feeling? Melissa" This was my response: (Details have been added when needed so you know what on earth I'm talking about.) So- we woke up this morning at 6am b/c that's when Bradyen (10) brought Jace (1) down to me. Once the house is stirring Lexie's Great Dane puppy bladder starts stirring too- so she started the whine that sounds like a cat caught in a yo yo and Kailey (7) and Hadley (4) came down to visit too. This is all before 6:07ish. I get out of bed- take Lexie out in my robe and say hello to my neighbors full size poodle who is sitting alone in his front yard staring at the sky like a little angel. He is very well trained. Lexie on the other hand is bouncing around in her excitement to see a friend at such a bright time of morning and I'm hopping from foot to foot trying to use evasive maneuvers to avoid getting pee on my shoe. I bring her back in- eat some corn flakes with strawberries and lay back down to try and stifle the urge to pregnant hurl. We get the kids ready for church, by some miracle getting the family out the door at 8:30 to be at church at 9am. We get to church, the calm serenity of the drive and church music kicking in about 30 seconds before the turn the corner to the building- and the parking lot is empty. Stone cold empty. Bobby and I discuss whether or not it's really Sunday or if there is a chance we have been transported to some other time or dimension before deciding that Stake Conference- a combined meeting for all the congregations in our area to meet together- must be this week- all the way at the church that's 10 minutes past our house in the opposite direction making it a 30 minute drive from where we are. I kindly text my friend Leighanne and ask her if she knew it was Stake Conference... No reply. We take the long way there b/c we think it might start at 10 instead of 9am, might as well enjoy the drive. We arrive there in the parking lot at 9:15am and Bobby picks the farthest parking spot from the building to survey the lot as other cars arrive. This is, mind you, with four children under the age of ten in the back of the van and a wife who is pregnant, with a bladder the size of a pecan. After ten minutes of utter chaos I say, "Alright. Take me home." Bobby thinks he is off the hook for church when in fact I just have decided I need a snack to get me through the turmoil of the events of the morning thus far. On our way home we see an old water bed frame on the side of the road. Bobby knows I like the drawers from old water beds to make stuff out of so he kindly stops and loads up the very back with as many as he can fit. This unearths the awesome post that go to the water bed and I decide I need them too. While we are at it we might as well take the whole thing. It is a lot of good project wood and would be a shame to let it go to waste.- It's right down the street from our house so we go home and grab a screw driver and get me a snack. I'm wondering if God will smote me for picking up things off the side of the road on Sunday or has he already as a preemptive strike because he knew of my evils before I was going to commit them. My friend Leighanne calls me during the midst of this and says- "So, are you sure its Stake Conference b/c the website says its next week." To which I reply. "No. I'm not sure of anything! All I know is that I showed up at church and no one was there.... What else could it be?" I muse in wide eyed, naive exasperation. "Well. You know its day light savings time. Church starts in 20 minutes." She replies. Bing!!!- Shoulders sagging. "Yea. Didn't know that. Thanks... I might see you in a little while." Bobby is yelling from inside the house at the computer chair. "Sara! Its says its next week!" I send Brayden in to tell him its daylight savings time. He walks out, gets in the car- and we giggle. We still go dismantle the bed on the side of the road and he is even nice enough to walk a piece home that too big to fit in the van. We got to church, we were alive. Leighanne's husband Brian has already called my older brother Craig to alert him to our stupidity (in a panic b/c now he thought it might be Stake Conference too and needed confirmation before he hauled his family to the wrong building) and we are only 10 minutes late. My favorite comment of the day is Brian to Bobby. "I really appreciate you guys texting us this morning. Things were going way to smoothly up until then..." :) Eggghhhhtttthhhhhpp. Until Next Time- Your Sister, The Not So Molly Mormon*L-) loser