This is the first day I feel normal in about two months. I think I finally kicked that stupid bug that had been wearing me out. Last week was crazy with snow days and car troubles, but we made it through, and I even made some progress on the longer term deeper organizing and cleaning.
Weekend was busy with residual car junk, ... the kids were asking about one obligation or another that's coming up in the next weeks, and all I could say was, "My brain is full of car junk. Ask me next week after I've recovered." (Regular readers will recall my difficulties these days maintaining my mental acuity during times of stress.)
Sunday morning I needed to do some prep for the busy Christmas program prep day we had planned for the Sunday School kids, with drawing names, and assigning parts, etc. It gets a little wild with the kids filing past the teachers, at each station picking up a note to parents, lyrics sheet, drawn name, and part, or then getting it all stapled together at the last stop. I wanted to be good and ready, so I got there early (at least for me.)
Imagine my chagrin when I realized the church ladies were also there early, prepping for the meal for which I was supposed to bring a hotdish. Since I'm assigned the gluten free one, it's pretty noticeable if I forget, right? Not to mention our GF eaters might be a little dissappointed having to leave a church dinner still hungry.
Shoot! Oh, and that reminded me of something else later in the day I also forgot. Ladies' Aid Christmas party for which I didn't yet have a gift! Way to go, Mary.
So I got through School with the help of the teacher, helpers and some of the older kids. We had opening prayers. We did the December birthday pennies and gift. Got all the info handed out to all the kids. And then quickly.practiced through the Hallelujah Chorus.
I ran up to the parsonage to throw together a hotdish. Canned sweet potatoes, cooked turkey from the freezer, a bag of corn and some diced green peppers, also from the freezer, a quick white sauce poured over the top. Shoved it into the oven at 400 and fly out the door. Not a typical Minesotan hotdish. But at that point I hadn't much for options. And I got back to church before the sermon. I felt a little bit like Martha of Bethany, though, missing the first part of the service. :-(
After church, I ran up to the house to get the hotdish out of the oven. Plunged a fork into it to see if it had heated through. Hmmmm, warm but not hot in the middle. But the edges are bubbly and even browned. I quickly stirred the bubbling cauldron-like edges to the middle, noted the steam rising from all parts, put the lid on and raced back down to church. Arrived looking as though I'd got the world by the tail and was feeling cool as a cucumber, right?
I relaxed to enjoy all the wonderful food and company for which our congregations are kind of reknowned. Had a nice and quick visit with Kory and Carol and Aaron and Jill. There was even still a spot open when Joe got done shaking hands and got his food, so I had the rare treat of sitting with my husband at a church dinner.
After finishing the dinner, I took a deep breath for the next rush. Ran up to the house and crocheted a quick headwrap with flower for the LA gift exchange. I was running a bit late, (big surprise there?) so Clara and Sophie helped me with things like tucking in yarn ends and gathering a gift bag. Flew back down to church, and again, attempted to put on the facade of being all cool and organized and in control! haha. Am I good or what?
It was a nice party and a fun afternoon. Muriel loved her headwrap, and since the church was kind of chilly, she put it on right away and wore it the rest of the afternoon. It looked very cute on her, if I do say so myself. I sort of wish I'd had the camera along.
So today, ... today I'm relaxing and crocheting. I have several Christmas time orders to fill. And after such a weekend, I need to rest. I already took one nap this morning. Perhaps I'll take another.
But one thing's for sure. When this mom says, ""My brain is full of car junk. Ask me next week after I've recovered," she means it. Don't even bother. It doesn't matter how important it is, it's pretty likely she'll forget anyway.