Day 13: Sunday, A Day of Rest?

Well, I don't know if I would call it a day of rest, but it was uneventful, and that counts for something. It's hard to have a restful day when you wake up first thing in the morning knowing that you have to start going or you won't make it to church on time. This is a sad reality to face when church starts at 1:00 pm. My day went a little something like this:

Wake up, run downstairs and get the kids breakfast. Hurry and get the dishes all thrown into the dishwasher which will be started after the baths and showers of the morning. Yes, I should have done this last night, but I never do the dishes at night. I find it intrudes on the only time of my entire day when I can sit and do nothing. Once the dishes are in the dishwasher, run upstairs and take a shower as fast as possible before the baby wakes up rendering this task impossible.

Once in the shower, listen to baby crying and wash even faster. Jump out of shower, dry off as fast as possible, get semi-dressed and feed baby. Once baby is happy, look at clock and realize Jack has to get in bath now or he won't get his so-badly-needed nap in before church, and all hopes of Nursery will evaporate the miserable abyss of an over tired toddler. Set baby down (baby start crying), run downstairs and herd Lucy and Jack up to bath. Fill the tub only to learn the hot water is out, resulting in short, shallow bath for kids.

While kids are in bath, quickly shove a small breakfast into face while bouncing crying baby on lap. Then run upstairs to find Lucy has washed her own hair and gotten out of the bath while Jack let the only hot water in the house run down the drain. Wash Jack with lukewarm water and get the shivering little body out of the tub. Dress Jack. Dress Lucy. Realize if own hair isn't blown dry, a terrible hair day is on the horizon. Blow dry half dried hair. Blow Lucy's hair dry. Put Jack down for nap. Bathe Alivia with semi-replenished hot water (Alivia loves baths). Get Alivia out (Alivia hates getting out). Dress now screaming baby. Feed baby. Enter Shawn (home from meetings, been gone all morning). Hand baby to Shawn, go upstairs and do hair and makeup (oh, and finish getting dressed). Wake up Jack. Run downstairs and feed kids lunch, or kind of a lunch. Really feed the kids yogurt or cottage cheese and pack diaper bag full of snacks. Get roast prepared and in the oven. Load kids into car (possibly the hardest part of my entire day thus far). Get in car, back out. Get out of car, run into garage and hold the stupid button down until the garage door closes (does anyone know how to fix our stupid garage door? The sensors think something is in the way, but we've cleaned them and checked them 100 times, and nothing is in the way.). Run through house, get back in car, drive to church.

This was just my morning. Things were every bit as crazy after church because we had to eat asap after church because Shawn had another meeting. After dinner and ice cream I watched Jack tip a chair over and fall off it in the process. Then I put the kids down myself, changed a blown-out diaper, and since then have bounced a fussy baby all night. So I ask again, Sunday, a day of rest? Today, not so much.