*Warning: this post is rather dull, full of boring, everyday events that when meshed together make my life somewhat exciting. Grab a snack, and sit down for one unforgettable post, where the unexpected ending makes the day to day grind all worth it.
This weekend was pretty uneventful for us. Mostly because I was getting ready for our annual Primary Program. I say annual because every year in our church there is one Sunday set aside where the primary children (ages 3-12) put on a program for the whole congregation, but this was the first year that I was actually in charge. There has been a lot of time and energy put in to this program already by me and my presidency, the music leaders, and the kids themselves, but that doesn't mean that I wasn't worrying about it down to the last minute. Two weeks ago after our first practice with the kids I was really freaking out, and then last Sunday I felt a little better after our second practice, and then Saturday we had our final practice and I felt pretty good about it. So come Sunday I felt like it should come together, and that there was nothing else I could do if it didn't. But luckily (or prayerfully) it did come together. And I'd say it went pretty well. I saw a few mom's in the audience with tears in their eyes when their children were singing, and that was success enough for me. Now I'm just relieved we don't have to think about that for another year.
So the primary program pretty much sucked the life out of the rest of our weekend (I mean that with the best feelings toward the primary program, seriously) (and it didn't help that my husband was in a bad mood after BYU lost their football game, or that we rented Wolverine to watch after our kids went to bed, and I mostly hated that movie, too violent for me) but we still had a few moments of precious fun family time. Friday night Travis brought home dinner from Papa Murphys. I was in my office working on Primary stuff and came out to find that Hallie had taken it upon herself to set the table (I love those kinds of surprises) and dinner was ready without me having to do a single thing.
Notice the fun table setting complete with flowers (Hallie received those flowers from some of her neighborhood friends after a rough day on the school bus, I love those kinds of neighbors that notice when your child is unhappy and come to cheer her up). At first I thought the pink plate with the leftover cupcake must be Hallie's spot, but she quickly let me know that it was for me. I guess she does love me after all, and doesn't always think of me as the mean mommy that she likes to refer to me as from time to time.
Then Hallie wanted everyone to wear a napkin bib so they wouldn't spill on their shirts; how thoughtful of her. So Travis obliged, but Dallas was having no part of it, even when Hallie tried to force cleanliness down his throat.
We had a lovely dinner indeed, complete with my favorite Papa Murphy's pizza: chicken, bacon, artichoke and spinach with cream sauce delite (super thin crust). I don't think you could recreate this pizza for as cheap as you can buy it.
Then Saturday Dallas had another soccer game. The weather wasn't entirely cooperative. It was completely sunny, but it started raining gigantic rain drops in the middle of his game. It wasn't what you'd call a downpour, it was only slightly raining, but it was coming down in elephant sized drops. It kind of shook things up a bit, and cooled the kids off at the same time I guess. The boy did his best, but they basically got killed by the other team, kind of like the abovementioned BYU game.
And now for the most exciting part of this rather boring post, the moment you've all been waiting for. A post that has been a year in the making. Maybe even two. Probably two years ago I bought a two pack of dryer sheets from Costco. I noticed that it took a really long time for me to go through the first pack, and so when I opened the second pack I decided to label it with a start date to see just how long it actually took to use the entire pack. I like to add a little suspense to my life like that, you know, spice up my daily laundry ritual. I have to say that I often noticed that date, and wondered to myself just how much longer my dryer sheets would last. As it neared a year since the start date I questioned whether or not the sheets would last for a full year. But I'm here to tell you that today, September 21st, 2009, almost a year to the date that I opened my Kirkland brand Costco dryer sheets, I am doing laundry (as I almost always do on Mondays) and I have 9 dryer sheets left in my box. That means that 246 sheets are enough to last me for a full year and then some (I bet there was some research that went into that number). That would mean that I do almost 5 loads of laundry a week, and that sounds about right to me. Now the Betsy Cannons (the greatest queen of laundry known to mankind, who has her children's clothes washed, ironed, and hanging in their closet by the end of the same day on which they wore them, I exaggerate not) of the world might need three boxes for a full year, but I'd say I'm a pretty average laundry user in America, and by golly if those Costco people didn't do their research.
And now I am officially a boring nerd, and would totally understand if you completely skipped over this whole post.
P.S. (I use parentheses a lot). (I really like them). (Just imagine that this is my inner voice interpreting my written word, delving deeper into hidden meanings, and then you'll appreciate them just like I do).