Monday, January 10, 2011

Patience and pew talk

Sunday was a long old day-
I was interpreted by Mr. Nielson in a dream this morning, where I was back in high school.
I was begging my Mom to tell my cheer adviser to not kick me off the squad.
Apparently I had sluffed a history class and my seminary class, and for that,
I would be kicked off. Oh no!!
I was happy to be awake, but not happy to realize that we had 45 minutes until church.

The kids were stinkers at church. At one point when I wasn't dozing off I begged Jane to take the boys out to get a drink of water-forever.
I never do that, (doze off I mean) but I couldn't keep them under control.
When I was a little girl, and Lucy and I were bad a church my Mom would lean over and pinch our legs really hard. That was her silent-but-deadly way of telling us to shut up!
I need to use that next time.
Then I couldn't figure out why I was so achy and sleepy-when it donned on me that I hadn't taken my morning meds. Darn-but then Yay! Yay because I am waking up and my thoughts are not turned to my meds to help me get going. Darn because I still require them to help me function. I swear one of these days I will be med-free and ready for a cute little Nielson baby to join our crazy bunch at church.

Then we came home. I listened to old General Conference talks and ironed. It was calming and my mind was going a million miles a minute. I was thinking and pondering and feeling the spirit. I kept my journal close to my ironing board and wrote thoughts down as they came.
And, I successfully ironed about 45 items including napkins, table cloths, boys shirts, dresses, and a few of Mr. Nielson's church shirts that had been in the ironing pile since summer.
Sadly after I was done, (since the clothes had been in the ironing pile since early summer, they all smelled really bad-like fish) I will have to wash them and start the process over.

Then the children all started fighting at the same time, and I felt like I was at church again. But this time I gave them the evil eye AND a few words (minus the pinch)
Mr. Nielson calmly took the two girls by the arms and led them outside.
Then he locked the door.
Cruel, yes. Regrettable? No.

Do you want to know what I listened to?
here, here, and here.
And my absolute

And speaking of church, here are the self-timer photos of the Nielson family after Church.
These were taken the Sunday before Christmas, hence the Christmas apparel-and tree.
(note: jimmy)

Nie asks on Blogher:
Claire made this amazing little creature today after church.
What are some of your favorite homemade treasures?
Go here to explain

(PS...She used her own hair for the "Oxopegahorses' " tail and mane)