The husband left at 4am. The visiting family left at 8am. Got to church on time at 9 am and got both kids to be reverent for sacrament meeting. Even managed to teach singing (and a mini bell choir) for the next two hours while juggling the Dude.
Got home.
Home is TRASHED.
The kitchen looks like a war zone, despite cleaning it repeatedly all weekend long. The house looks…. well, like it was a holiday and we enjoyed ourselves. TRASHED.
We got into our snuggly clothes and ate lunch. I cuddled with WonderGirl, read some Bible stories and poetry and helped her write/draw in her journal while I got caught up on the journal I’m keeping for her.
The house is still trashed.
I don’t know how on earth I will ever un-trash it this week, but so far I’m happier for the good Sunday vibes than I would be with a tidy house.
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