... then be just fine playing in the gym for the 45 minutes that you are waiting to get into the Bishop's office...
... and then, during the five minute interval that you are actually in the Bishops office for tithing settlement, will come and snuggle with you, only to throw up ALL OVER - getting himself, you, Benjamin, chair, and floor drenched in not-so-sweet smelling vomit - only missing baby Elizabeth thanks to mom's spidey-senses in lifting baby away from projectile stream (and sacrificing her jacket, shirt, and skirt to said stream...).
... and you leave the Bishops office (after apologizing profusely and trying to clean it up as best you can, knowing full well the smell is going to linger on through the entire rest of the night!), through a whole hallway full of people who are waiting from 2 different wards, with your half naked children (with the Bishop giving the rest of the people a warning, "see - they were a little short on tithing, so they had to give the shirt off their backs..").
... Seriously, what are the chances???
--- well, about the same as getting twins from clomid on your first go-around with pregnancy... :)
5 comments:
oh, my!!! That is so funny. I am sorry to laugh at your sweet family's expense, but that is hilarious. :) Thanks for the word of warning I will steer clear of the bishops office for a while. Hang in there. It has to get easier at some point...at least that is what I tell myself.
You're going to need to compile your blog into a book (or books) to share with your kids when they get older. Your family get-togethers will be filled with hootin' and hollern' as they read about your life with them as youngsters!! You crack me up! :)
I love it! Needed a good laugh this morning, thanks for providing it. I can just imagine everyone else going into his office for the rest of the night trying to ignore the smell. PRICELESS!!!
Oh Jen. You never cease to provide a great laugh! Or I should say, your kids never cease to provide it! Wow. And I agree with a previous comment. You really need to write a book of ALL you have gone through. It would be priceless!
Oh no! Oh no!! I can just imagine the scene, the mess, and SMELL. Way to go spider woman to save the baby! Your bishop did so well to add humor into it all, too.
I'm so glad you're able to teach aerobics again. Wow! That must feel good to be movin' and a groovin' again.
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