And on the 7th day....

It's Sunday.

I really enjoy starting at the obvious... seriously. It kinda makes it feel like the world has sense and order.

It is Sunday.

A day of rest...

Sort of.

I took two children and a pregnant body to church by myself.

It happens frequently, since Dusty works 4 on and 4 off.

It's not usually a big deal UNLESS

it snows OR

is icy OR

I'm really exhausted OR

I don't feel so great OR

I am having an ugly day and it takes me double the time to get ready OR

well.... this could keep going... but I'll stop BECAUSE

today it wan't that big of a deal.

It was pretty nice out, the kids were good, I was okay, and well somehow we all woke up when the alarm went off. We were all fed and happy. So a great start I'd say.

Church was church.

The talks were talks.

Nothing too out of the ordianary.

All is well in the world (well except for Hati) (oh and I'm sure other places but you get my point... my world was sane)

WAS is the key word in that.

I went to teach the valiant 8 and 9 year olds (girls).

WOWZERS.

I think they may have all had sugar through sacrament meeting. It was insane.

Good thing this lesson speads over 3 weeks!

I got into the truck after church was out and Ellie and Lucy and I just sat there.

Silence.

Oh the peace.

and then we ate the bag of cookies I brought.

It was delicious.

I got home, unloaded children, let the dog out, and made lunch.

We ate then all went to bed.

Oh Sundays.

The week just wouldn't be the same without them.