On Easter Sunday the home-showing service was closed, which was good, because we never would have made it to church, everyone dressed, house perfect, AND in a worshipful attitude. After all, we spent all day Saturday at Six Flags, and fell into bed, exhausted, close to midnight.
As I lay in bed, as happens most years, I was wishing I'd put a little more thought into the clothing situation. I was hoping everyone had something clean (let alone "Eastery"), because (if it weren't for Dennis picking up dresses for the little girls while on a Sam's Club outing), for the life of me, I hadn't even thought about what everyone was going to wear. And to think I used to be such an organized mom when the kids were all small.
Anyway, somehow we pulled it together, but at a price: We left the house a complete disaster.
About halfway through church, our realtor text messaged Dennis saying someone had called her to see the house (YES, it was on "silent." I know you were wondering that.). Since negotiations had stalled with our buyers, Dennis made an executive decision: They could come after three o'clock.
And no, he did not even tell me about this until after church. I suppose he knew my mind couldn't stay focused on the sermon if I were thinking about all I needed to do. What a guy.
Three o'clock was when we were supposed to be at my brother Eric's house, seeing as we wanted to avoid a repeat performance of last Easter's ranch-dressing-on-the-shoelaces incident.
We got home at 12:45, I got my cheesy potatoes and salad going, quickly took one picture of the kids (being goofy as usual),then put them to work. Here's Neal-13 proving he can mop.
Allie-14 multitasking (though we all know she's really only doing one thing well at a time):
Annie-6 cleaned the storm door then took to her assignment to keep Ruthie-4 occupied.We arrived at my brother's house about 3:15. A bit sweaty, but no worse for the wear (I lit lots of candles to get the cheesy potatoes smell out of the house. Not sure we were successful. Maybe it smelled homey?).
In addition to celebrating our Lord's resurrection, we celebrated my dad's 7oth birthday. Here the little cousins show so much restraint. They wanted to help him blow out those candles so badly! Here he is with Allie (and Neal, goofy as ever). I love my Daddy.And here my brother Dan (a chiropractor) does some charity work for Rachel Anne. I would have posted a picture of MY adjustment, but it just wasn't pretty. I just wish you lived closer, Dan.And here are the big-girl cousins - Rachel's girls Em (top), and Elle (center) with Allie and Libby.So good to see everyone. Wish we could see each other more often!