Some days are busy. Some days, I don't feel like I really accomplished anything. Some days I actually don't. This is the story of a full day.
Toady, I slept in some. I made breakfast (a special weekend one: English muffins with eggs and bacon, milk, orange slices). I cleaned up the kitchen, and taught a reluctant teenager how to mop a floor. I moved big dining chairs so a son could vacuum under the table more easily (hate having carpet under our table). I organized a fair chore list. I fed babies. I changed a dozen diapers.
I made bread. I deep-fat fried the bread dough into fry bread when it didn't rise. I made dinner (fry bread, homemade apricot jam, little smokies in barbecue sauce, and carrot sticks). I pulled screaming children in from a beautiful afternoon. I put the two of the small children down for naps. I sang songs together with my children. I settled arguments. I cleaned the computer room. I folded two loads of laundry. I vacuumed the living room. I moved a pile of boxes back into the closet I had taken them out of (two months ago) when I thought I was going to organize said closet. I lost my daughter (Dad took her on an errand).
I gave two haircuts and three baths. I got four boys through the shower. I helped a son decide that his shirt was really, unbearably wrinkly, and found another shirt for him. I threatened terrible happenings if the Legos didn't get picked up (only half found a home). I made more food (we downed a number 10 can of peaches, a whole bunch of cottage cheese, orange floats, and pretzel sticks). I made two fighting boys lay on their backs on the floor and sing until they were laughing. I watched my sons play tennis on the Wii.
I made an alphabet banner out of a sheet of poster board. I showed a boy how to scrub soap scum off the edges of a sink. I taught a little girl how to play "Hokie Pokie". I read bedtime stories and brushed three little mouths full of teeth. I smiled as a teenaged son gave me a hug. I told all my children that I loved them.
And I watched four hours of TV - two 2-hour church meetings. We'll have two more tomorrow. They call it General Conference, and we do this twice a year. I call it having my bucket filled. It was a crazy day, but I was able to keep up and manage everything because my spirit was at peace. Today I thank the Lord for the wonderful craziness that I call home.