I'm going to beat...

This week has been incredibly busy. Our typical weekly marathon (Monday evening class for me, Tuesday evening class for me, Wednesday mutual night for the kids, Thursday evening class for Andrew) was extended to Friday because Rachel and I went to a play on campus (more about that later), which grew to us being on campus all day long because there was a DEI conference earlier in the day that I was debating going to...and then did go to. So Rachel and I spent all day on campus on Friday.

And then Andrew and I went to the temple today. 

And we're finally feeling like we're settling down to breathe a little (though I'm getting my music lessons ready for tomorrow and Miriam's getting ready to go to a dance and Rachel is out celebrating a friend's birthday, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera).

All that is to say that I have a lot to do and a lot to write about and that I've hardly seen my children in the last day and a half. 

Phoebe came to give me a hug in the middle of the time she should have been putting dishes away, and the poor child was freezing! She'd been wearing a t-shirt all day and was just...chilly.

"You're cold!" I pointed out. 

"Oh, yeah!" she shrugged. "I am!"

"Would you like to put a sweater on?" I asked.

"Ummm...I do!" she decided. 

"Go grab one. I'll help you put it on."

"Okay!" she said, racing away from me to her room. "I'm going to beat myself!"

We're still not sure whether or not she managed to beat herself, but she did choose a sweater to put on, and I imagine is feeling much better. I know I'm prone to feeling grumpy if I'm too hot or too cold.