Day 4 Update

Don't judge me. But I doubt I will go to Church on Mother's Day. I do love going-- It is a fast and efficient way to see a lot of people I love (in my home town) but after today I think I can't hack it alone and I don't like saying to people (who I prefer to have think that I manage my life well) "hey I haven't seen you in a few years, but I can't handle my kids on my own so could you give them the following instructions while I am out in the hallway with my crying babe?"

Instructions:
-you can only leave once to get a drink water
-don't pick your nose
-don't peel the papers off the outside of the crayons
-don't fight with your sister/brother about who sits next to me
-you cannot bring that picture to our neighbor/your primary teacher/the chorister during the prayer
-it is not appropriate to sit on the floor in the foyer during church
-put your skirt down
-you can't play in the primary room during church
-sit up
-don't turn the ringer on my phone so that it will ring during someone's testimony

I think I did a post like this before but this list only includes specifically what I said today.

So as a present to myself I am unlikely to attend OR I will leave the baby at home with my aunt. I don't want to dislike my children or be stressed by them on the one day a year in which I have the expectation that my kids will get along. I know, I should lower those.

Other than the first hour of church being a bit rough (and most of that occurred within the last ten minutes), today was nice. I had a nice morning with the kids and made a pretty good apple scone recipe in which I substituted whole wheat, of course, and reduced milk to 1/4 cup as the first reviewer recommended. Oh also added 1 t cinnamon to the mix. We attended a nice little potluck after church with some neighbors who were only an hour late bringing out the main dish for the event, and I got to hang out with my favorite freighbor (pronounced fray-bor, a variation of frousin and it refers to a friend/neighbor) for a nice long chat interrupted only every 20 seconds or so by one of my children.

This evening Casey cried because he misses his daddy. I said "you never cry when I am gone" and my three oldest kids said "we are used to you leaving." I am glad for Steve that they don't cry but I hope I die first because it was brutal. I told them to wake up early and write him an email.

Evening wrapped up with a nice review on the Smart Remarks Book Club and me getting five pounds of spinach and grape tomatoes plus a bowl full of lemons from freighbor Katie.

So even though I have a nice long evening to catch up on Facebook and read my book, I really feel like Sunday is the one day that man should not be alone. Or his wife anyway.