weekend schmeekend

2013 started out rough... We were sick for most of January and into Feb.  The weekends have been so busy, and we haven't been able to get the hang of our Sunday routine.  Church is at 2:00-5:00 pm. can I get a whuuut?

Last weekend, I felt another wave of the flu coming on.  Saturday was miserable.  Simon and Ro had the pukes (again!)  Aaron had a few things going on and we weren't able to go grocery shopping until the evening.  The babies were so sick and had gone to sleep early, so we left the older boys home to babysit and we hit the store... but before the store, Aaron pulled up at Chili's and said we were going in for some good conversation.  It was a real date!  Only I was wearing tennis shoes and grubby clothes (no makeup, knotty hair, major hot look.)  But we went inside anyway and found a corner booth and had such a good time.  We ordered chips and salsa and desert and chatted about the nerdy things we do.  If it was a first date, I would have totally married this guy.  He is my fave.  We ran into the store on the way home and grabbed some meds and a few things for sunday dinner.  On the way home, I casually asked him if he would take over Sunday dinner (something that has happened never in our marriage) and he was totally on board.  But only because he wanted action..

feeling sexy at chili's.  nevermind my grandma hands.

Sunday was crazy.  I had meetings in the mornings and a lesson to teach in rs.  (ward conference).  Aaron was home with the sick babies.  During Sacrament meeting, I felt so terrible.. I came home to pop a few Sudafeds and headed back to the church, but not before helping Aaron with the meal and thanking him for taking over.  I went back to teach and do not have a clue on what I said... after it was over, I was a little afraid to drive home.  But I made it back safely.  It was 6:00 or so when I came home and bless my sweet hubby, he was so enthralled in the Australian open and hadn't done much for dinner.  I was so sick and so annoyed and he felt bad.  It took a while to put the food on the table and we hashed it out later.. It was another long week of laundry, throw-up, coughing and sleepless nights. 

Yesterday (Sunday) finally came and low and behold... we still had sick kids!  It was Luke's birthday and it was not such a great morning, but the birthday boy didn't know the difference.  He would have said it was wonderful day had we locked him inside a closet with nothing to eat.  The kid don't care bout nothing.  Before church, I gave the older boys an option of staying with Dad, but Ben said, "I really want to stay home, but only because I want to play with Legos and I know that's not a good enough reason."  So cute.  Luke came too cause it was his birthday.. ?  Heaven knows I wanted to stay and play with Legos or sleep....  

Church was great and uplifting.  I stayed afterward for longer than I expected.  The boys waited for a while and then got a ride home with a friend.  Aaron had dinner waiting on the table and it got cold-- but eventually they ate without me.  I came home around 7 pm... and literally minutes before I walked through the door, Ben was being a sweetheart and cleared the table.  He gave the leftovers to the dog (something we do every night) but he didn't realize that MY plate was on the table... Aaron saved it for me to warm up when I got home.  But Ben got rid of everything. (I was starving.. it was fast Sunday afterall) and there was zero food.  Naturally Aaron was sweating bullets.. he was so cute about it.  I had to resort to a salad and some chips and salsa.  We had a pretty good laugh about it.  I teased him that he used the old "dog ate it" trick when there was not a trace of dinner (or dishes) to show for it... but the kids said it was the best spaghetti they ever had.

brownies on fire

I whipped up a batch of brownies quickly and AS SOON as they were out of the oven, I put candles it them and we quickly sang so I could go back to the church.  Ever put candles in a hot pan of brownies?  They melted completely into the mix and the whole pan was on fire-- and they all tasted like candle wax.  It was awesome.  not. I went back to the church for another meeting and lots of paperwork.  When I got home and crawled into bed, Aaron apologized about dinner (again) and told me that getting it on the table with Roma and Simon biting at his ankles was really difficult.  And that comment was the best part of my day.  

Mondays are usually good, but today was a doozy.  Aaron came home from work and the house was a mess.  Kids were crying, the dog was running a muck.  I didn't have anything planned for FHE, and dinner was a sad sight.  Aaron changed his clothes, quickly warmed up a plate, loaded up the kids in the van and ran to the store to get some milk and other necessary items.  He is the most handsomest and sweetest man in the whole world.  I blasted music, mopped the kitchen floor, cleaned out the fridge, ran the dishwasher for the second time today and felt like a brand new woman.  

I love my life.  It sucks, but I can't help but love it.