Monday, October 22, 2012

It's the weekend?

As a follow-up to the last post (where I kind of whined about Rachel not having an early release date even though it was on the school calendar), Rachel came home with a new school calendar on Friday. It was a nice gesture on behalf of the school, but a little late to count for much, considering the only change to the calendar had already happened—the rest of the holidays match up with the old calendar.


Was it just me or did this weekend go by way too quickly?

On Saturday morning Andrew had a primary training meeting at the stake center—he's a cub scout leader—so he got all dressed up in his Sunday best and then went out in the kitchen to have breakfast with the girls.

"Why are you wearing church clothes? Is today Sunday?" Rachel asked him.

"Of course it's Sunday," Andrew said, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to tease her.

"But it should only be Saturday," she said and then broke into song while ticking the days of the week off on her fingers: "Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday...then we start again! See? Yesterday was Friday so today has to be Saturday."

"Yesterday was Saturday, don't you remember?"


"Oh, come on! We did so many fun things! We went to the park and played and we mowed the lawn together and you watched some cartoons. It was such a fun day! How could you not remember?"

Rachel started to look a little less confused and a little more worried.

"Hurry up and finish your breakfast," Andrew urged her. "You need to pick out a dress to wear today."

"Okay," Rachel said hesitantly.

We only revealed it was Saturday after we'd had family prayer and Andrew said goodbye.

"Wait, where are you going?" Rachel asked.

"To a meeting at the church," Daddy answered.

" is not Sunday? Today is Saturday?"

We had a wonderful, if not busy, Saturday doing chores around the house and Saturday was over all too soon. Before we went to bed, we threw in a load of darks to wash because Andrew's Sunday pants were covered in spit up and needed a little refresher before church the next day. He couldn't put them on first thing in the morning because he had to throw them into the dryer so instead he put on some shorts and a t-shirt. I, however, put on a Sunday dress.

Andrew was already out eating breakfast with the girls (in his shorts and t-shirt) by the time I came out of the bedroom (in my Sunday attire).

Miriam looked from me to Andrew several times.

"Uhhhh? Uhhhh?" she grunted, slapping her face with her hands (à la Dobby). "Is it Saturday? Or is it Sunday?"

Apparently our wardrobe is the most reliable calendar in the house.

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