Saturday was busy and fun and relaxing. Late in the afternoon we did a little shopping (including getting back my $1.20+tax for a Family Dollar overcharge from Tuesday night). We looked at 4 different stores in hopes of finding a shamrock cookie cutter, but decided there isn't one available in this town.
After a late dinner of spaghetti, we used ground turkey in the sauce, I sat down to rest my feet and realized that I needed to get started on my sugar cookies for the girls I teach in church. It was after 7pm when I started on the dough. There was no room in the fridge for the sugar cookie dough to chill, so I put it on the back porch. Using a cold porch as a fridge is a trick I learned from my mother-in-law, because it just doesn't get cold enough in Las Vegas to think about doing such a crazy thing. It was almost 9pm when I started baking the cookies. Brien was watching the news and they mentioned Daylight Saving Times (DST). He mentioned it to me and in a panic I yelled out, "Spring forward! I need to finish the cookies, frost them, and plan my lesson for tomorrow." We have church at 9am, so there wouldn't be time to do any of it in the morning. I stayed up late frosting and planning my lesson.
Sunday morning I was too tired to get up. Brien wasn't feeling well either, so he was able to sleep in, we didn't get up until 7:45am. I hurried in the shower, Zarina was just waking up when I finished, so she got her bum changed and was set on the couch with some milk to drink. After rushing around the three of us grabbed out bags, the the two containers of cookies (I figured Brien could share with the elders quorum) and left the house at our usual time, 9:05am (did I mention that church started at 9am?)
On the drive we joked that we could blame the time change for being late that morning.
We turned the corner at the church, now almost 10 minutes late, and there were only 5 cars outside the building. We looked at each other and said, "What is going on?" That many people couldn't have forgotten about te time change. We didn't even see a car that belonged to a member of the bishopric! We grabbed our bags and walked inside. We were greeted by a few gentlemen with "usher" tags. It was stake conference. The meeting was starting at 10am. We were actually 50 minutes early (and I hadn't eaten breakfast). My teaching calendar showed that Stake Conference was next week, the 15th. We had been out of town the last Sunday, so we missed the reminder. (We're usually late enough that we miss the announcements anyways, but it wasn't in the ward bullentin either.)
I left Brien at the meeting house with Zarina and I hurried home to eat a bowl of cereal for breakfast. When I returned I was still 30 minutes early. Now if we can just be 2 minutes early next Sunday. (My long term goal is just to get to church on time.)
3 comments:
Okay, I was a little embarrassed about being an hour late to church this week, but if I would have been an hour early I would have been so mad. Call me a heathen, it's true. Hope you had fun eating all those sugar cookies.
Sorry you went through so much work for nothing. You can make cookies while you're here.
In which Lilah can not wait to see Zarina. She has literally been counting down the days because she's so excited that Zarina can walk and will be following her around by walking. (She's using a number graph and moving a magnet to coordinate with which day of the week it is and was so disappointed that you weren't coming this week and that she has to wait another week till you're here.)
Oh no!! I can't believe you stayed up late doing all that work for nothing!!
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