Oh, the quiet of my house!

This is what i love about being mom. School is back in and for three mornings a week I have a little time to myself while Miss Hazel takes a nice morning nap. This morning, for instance, I got a little visting teaching in early, look at that, I am totally overacheiving for my standards. Since my house is still clean from an enrichment activity I hosted last night, I have a few minutes.

let me go off on a tangent for a minute. After reading eriks blog I know that going off on a tangent is perfectly acceptable. I am on the enrichment commitee in the ward and let me tell you that i consider this a non-calling. It is where they put someone when they want to know if they are going to be an active member or something like that. Anyway, I am not the best about going to the meetings. may be I just am sinking to my own expectations. So, I don't go to meetings. One morning the leader and the counselor show up on my doorstep at 7:50 am. I forgot to say it was a saturday morning. of course I was not going to answer. But, Zachary thought he would be the helper he always is and help me out. I go downstairs in my bed head just to let them know they had aroused me from my slumber. that did not seem to phase them at all. they had there calendars. we would like to have a cookbook tasting party and we heard you have a great gazebo and would just love it if we could have it here. what date works for you? The event was last night and it was a great success. many people came 30 or so, which is HUGE for our ward...

Another tangent. in comparison, i was "asked" to host a cookie exchange (dont ask) in December and i went through the same preparations except i was 8 months pregnant. They had warned me to just expect 5 or so. Zachary was excited. We waited about 45 minutes and then I decided to declare it an official zilcho turnout. Zachary said, "mom, where are all your friends?"

So, today is my recovery day I am enjoying a Coke and thinking about catching up on my DVR. If I am folding laudry then I cant feel guilty, right?