Sunday Morning

I know, I'm a little behind the blogging. And I don't have any new pics to post and so much to tell about. Today, I'll just tell you, for your amusement, about my Sunday morning. It really is funny in retrospect.

The morning started out like any other. I felt like puking, got a bowl of cheerios down, and got breakfast for Ana. At about 10:30, I wasn't feeling so well, so I laid down in bed for a little while. (We have church at 1:30). About a half hour later, Dave broght Ana in the room so he could get ready for his meeting at 11:30. Just as I was deciding to roll out of bed, Ana pulled on our dresser just right and it tipped over on top of her. She started crying, Dave darted in from the front room and I jumped out of bed. Luckily, a CD player on the floor caught a lot of the weight, and she is just fine. I think she has a bruise on her cheek, but thats it. Okay, move on. I was asked to do sharing time last minute, so once Dave left for his meeting I put Ana in her chair for her snack and started working on it. Once Ana was done, I put her in the tub. After a few minutes, she started acting like she was going to poo, so put her on the toilet while she cried out her poopy. I went to get wipes, and while I was wiping her bum, my Visting Teacher called. While I was talking to her, Ana walked away, and I noticed a small pile of poo by her, and back in the bathroom. Okay, I'd have to call my VT back. I wiped Ana's bum, put her back in the tub, cleaned up her small piles and call my VT back. After I get done talking to her (its a little after noon by now), I look in the tub and there is runny poop all over. And Ana is playing with it. "Okay, Erin, don't puke, don't puke." Get Ana out of tub, put diaper on her. Scour tub. Gag and dry heave. Scour tub again. Fill back up and put Ana back in. Okay, by the time I get Ana scrubbed, again, and out of the tub, its 12:45, I'm still in my pjs, I haven't got past defrosting the hamburger for dinner, my sharing time wasn't done and Ana and I still need to eat lunch. So, I start making dinner, when the phone rings. Its the Primary chorister, she's sick and won't be at church. "Okay, bring your stuff over, we'll take care of it." Then Dave called, "do you need me to come pick you up?" he asks. "I need you to come home." So he gets home, fed Ana and got her dressed while I finished dinner, finished my sharing time, got dressed, put on some mascara and brushed my hair, got our church bag together, and tried to eat a PBJ without barfing. We got to church at 1:35, and walked up to the front row - the only empty place. Whew, we made it. Another Sunday morning.