Danny and I decided last night that it would be time-efficient to read scriptures as a family during breakfast in the morning. Then we decided the best time for that would be 6:45 a.m. and that the children should not come to the table in their pajamas. We neglected to remember that we don’t have a nanny, Bun can’t dress himself, and I’m exhausted being three months pregnant. But I was able to drag my body out of bed and into the shower by 6:20 a.m., blow-dry my hair (so it wouldn’t freeze and fall off my head), get dressed to shoes, then strip the bed and put the sheets in the washer, empty the dishwasher, pray as a family, feed the children, get the Christmas cards out to address, and collapse on the couch with my Cuddle-Bun by 7:45 a.m. I lost consciousness around 8 a.m. and woke up at 9 a.m. (with my Cuddle-Bun still cuddling) to a phone call from the commander’s wife asking me to bake 3-5 dozen cookies today for the airmen cookie drive. Thank goodness for Leslie’s sister-in-law’s Snickerdoodle recipe.
Now I feel like Zombie-Mommy. I switched the laundry, got out three cubes of butter for the cookies (which will probably freeze in the cool of the kitchen), and am debating on skipping preschooling the kids today or doing it this afternoon after naps. Danny went out on alert this morning and I need to woo my children (with lots of books and activities) so they’ll sleep peacefully for me tonight.
And I still need a new freezer.