First, church. Ho hum, ho hum. It was okay. I was a little off … and so was the congregation. I NEVER have to tell them to stand for the alleluia before the gospel; they automatically do it. Except for today. It was weird. But so it was.
After church, I ate a quick lunch and then was off to the Blooming Prairie High School production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. It was delightful and full of laughs. When leaving, I ran into a couple that I married last summer – one of the most delightful couples ever. They don’t live nearby and so I don’t often see them at church. She saw me and didn’t even hesitate before she gave me a big hug. She’s so awesome.
I came home and all I wanted was a nap. I was tired from the moment I got up this morning – probably a combination of cold-stuffy-stuff and the fact that hanging out with three kids named Carter, Penelope, and Graham yesterday afternoon wore. me. out. [How do you parents do it?] We did play some epic legos though. Legos these days have awesome hair.
Right. So I was tired. It was only 3:30 but I promptly put on my flannel pajama pants and settled in on the couch.
*knock, knock, knock*
Sigh. It was my fun fifth grade neighbor. She was delivering fundraising goodies. And then her dad and brother needed the church unlocked for a cub scout meeting. Across the parking lot I trotted in my blue pajama pants, unlocked the door, and then back to the parsonage. When Mabel decided to run away. Twice.
Which led to Lindsay trotting down the road – in her pajama pants and slippers – to search for her dog. Twice. I bet I looked awesome.
Neighbor girl: Why are you in your pajamas?
Me: Do you think it’s too early for pajamas?
Neighbor girl: Well … kinda …
The neighbor girl wanted to chat for a bit. We sat on the stoop until it got too chilly and home she walked. And that, my friends, is how today went, no nap and all.
there's no place like gnome. 
How do you parents do it? We don’t—we crash in bed as soon as they do. Which is why there is always laundry left unwashed, dishes sitting in the sink, and mail piling up on the counter.
And those Legos are totally from the 80’s! That lady Lego is the spitting image of Farrah Fawcett, don’t you think? Aaron brought those back from the farm; they are the same ones he played with way back in the day.
Uffda. I completely believe that you would need to crash in bed as soon as they do! All I did was have fun for a couple hours and read a bunch of books and I was tuckered out! And totally – LOVE those legos.