And as an addendum to this post, the rest of church went as follows: running around during Sunday School trying to nail down people and things for the activity Wednesday, teaching the YW lesson with the stake YW president there (blallaahahhhh), then trying to be there when husband got set apart for his calling in the bishop's office. I say trying because the second we got in there my hungry and cranky kids went for the candy jar on the bishop's desk like wolves. When they finally got ready to do the actual setting apart, they were done with their lollipops and NEEDED MORE. So WG started crying and the Dude yelled so much I just let him go in the hopes he'd quietly meander around the teeny tiny office. But he went around the men and went straight to the glass candy jar and lifted it off the desk over his head. I know I was supposed to reverently close my eyes and listen, but I had to rush over and stop the crazy, so I slipped around the nice playing men to the Dude who was saying "I want pink!" over and over (a pink lollipop) and tried to shush him and silently (unsuccessfully though) unwrap another freakin' lollipop. So now he was happily licking away, but instead of silence and the blessing, WG was in the other corner of the room loudly sobbing, possibly because SHE wanted another lollipop, though she swore it was because she thought daddy would never come home again. Which may or may not be true, as it is 9:30pm and he is currently off doing more churchly duties.
And then I went home while 5 kids tore up the house for the afternoon and then hosted a insane dinner for like 12 people. I feel like I've been through a washing machine. All in favor of sneaking away to South America???