Gotta Love Sundays!

I was trying to decide on what to write about for this past week. I had a few ideas on my list I could blog about:
1. Finding a dead mouse in our front yard
2. Finally figuring out how the mouse died
3. Taking the kids to a pumpkin launch and Lowe's for their cute kids workshop
4. Isabelle's endless screaming tantrums
5. My hot date to dinner and a movie where we were the only ones in the theater :)
6. How my camera has been in the shop for nearly 7 weeks and I want to kill the guy
7. How my sister and her fam are moving to Arizona in a few weeks
8. How Brian got his new ceiling tv's in his office
9. Or his new cerec machine

But the winner out of all these things is....... drum roll please.......
Sacrament Meeting!!!!

I know what you're thinking. How exciting could that be. Well, read on my dear friends and you will see.
Brian and I were asked to speak in church this week. I was already feeling a little more responsibility since I got called to teach the 15-16 year olds in Sunday School and this was going to be my first lesson. Well, aside from all the drama (aka Satan) this week while trying to prepare my talk, it was nothing compared to actually giving the talk. I mean first off, what were they thinking, asking us, with no family nearby, to both speak. What are we to do with the kids? Sure, we could have asked someone to watch them, but who do we punish? We're too new to really know. So we both sat in the congregation until Sacrament was over. Cooper was already fussy before the meeting started because he wanted to go straight to nursery. Isabelle was fussy because... well that's just how she is these days. I swear it's the dang teeth and I sure hope so because otherwise, she may be living with relatives shortly! Well, before we even got through the sacrament, all the "food" I brought for Isabelle was eaten up by her siblings (thanks to Bri :)) and 2 of my treats needed for my lesson. No real biggie though.
Well I was first to speak. I was already frustrated and frazzled more than I wanted to be from the fighting over who gets what pencil, or someone using someone else's coloring book, or questions every 5 sec (no exaggeration!) about whatever. I could not get the Spirit and was not looking forward to my talk. I used to love giving talks and enjoyed preparing them but I guess that was before I had 4 people so dependent on me 18/7. As soon as I got started, Cooper was on the stage. Brian quickly grabbed him and calmed him down. I went on talking a little about our family and mentioning a little something on the kids in hopes that it would get their attention and distract them from whatever commotion they were causing. Like for Cooper, I talked about how he has potty trained himself in the last 2 weeks. Why is this important to note? Read on.
My talk went fine. I actually did feel the Spirit while I gave it and especially when I bore my testimony about the Savior. It's been too long since I've shared my testimony. I used to be a lot better about it, but I'm not sure why lately. No good excuse really I guess. I went and sat down and after the musical number it was Brian's turn. As soon as he started talking, Cooper ran up and latched, no lie, on his leg. I had to rip him off. He was screaming, " I want Daddy". Nice drama scene for our new ward. So I had to calmly walk him off the stage, in which moment he chose to right hook me right in the back of the head. A loud chorus of "oohhhhhh" rang through the chapel. Nice Cooper! So I walked him out the door while mouthing to my parent-less children for Elizabeth to bring Isabelle to me. I guess she didn't get it because I waited out in the foyer for a minute at which point I heard Brian thank a lady over the speakers for getting Isabelle. After about 2 minutes of hearing her scream over the speakers, I went back to the door to get her. Oh lovely!
The rest of sacrament meeting went fine as far as I know since all the trouble was out in the foyer with me. While we were out there I thought I'd run Cooper to the bathroom. At home, he's a sitter, but taking all the socks and shoes and pants off are a little much, so standing is a little unfamiliar. Once he began, there was no stopping it and it was shooting all over the place and no matter how I tried to direct it, "it" had a mind of its own. Luckily no one else was in there while I was trying to clean it all up and yell at Isabelle to stay away from the other toilets. AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Once the meeting was over, I took Cooper to nursery and then went to teach my lesson. Through about 75% of it I heard Isabelle screaming outside my door. She knows where I am and since she isn't well behaved enough to stay in Sunday school, she walks to my door. Then there was the drama of Cooper screaming out my door because Brian was trying to take him to the bathroom. Oh joy! There wasn't any other major drama. Just minor when I was actually making it through Relief Society because Isabelle was being fairly good. The door opened and there was Cooper. "Does he need to go to the bathroom?" I asked. "He already did". Of course, since I mentioned he was potty trained, he had to make me a liar. With 15 min. left, I tried to find which room Brian was in and get him because I couldn't carry Isabelle, a 15 pound diaper bag and a wet child all out to the car. After 3 doors, I finally found him and he helped me load them up.
That's where the church drama ended, but don't think that's where the drama ended! The whole day has been endless drama. Sorry Satan, but you're wasting your time. I've hit my limit. Go bug somebody else!
Gotta' love sundays!