And...it's Monday!?

Jay left Sunday morning at about 5am. Marrin and Teague were fast asleep in their beds. Well, in Marrin's beds. She has bunk beds in her room. When we bought them were thinking ahead to a time where we had more than one kiddo and possibly some cousins that would be staying the night occasionally. A couple of months ago, Marrin got this bright idea to ask Teague to stay in her room one night. Long story short, he's never left. He still has his room upstairs, with all his clothes and toys, but that boy loves his sissy.

Anyway, Jay left Sunday morning for a work conference-thingy which means I have 5 glorious (scary) days by myself with 3 kids. And 7 pets.

Sunday was also our church's dinner. My parents were the chair people this year so I knew it was me with three kids to myself. Therefore, I didn't sign up for my usual mashed potato shift. I did, however, sign up to bake 3 pies for the occasion. Now, I don't just buy the pieces to a pie and then put them together. I LOVE a good pie crust, so darn it, I make them myself. Which means I needed to start my pie baking endeavor on Friday. I made 6 crusts and put them in the fridge for Saturday's baking.

Saturday, we woke up semi-early and went to The Big One craft show. We bought kettle corn and that's really it. Oh! And Marrin, Teague, and I each got a cupcake. Anyways, while we were out and about and it was Jay's "last day with us" we decided to eat lunch at Olive Garden. Marrin ate her entire bowl of pasta! Teague had 3 breadsticks, some salad and about 15 shrimp from his pasta dish. I knew we had to get home to start on those pies, so home for naptime and baking time. I love to bake and cook, but I love to have time for baking and cooking and yarn and running and, of course, my kids. Needless to say, I don't do much of the fun baking/cooking.

 

I managed to balance baking 3 pies in each of the various stages throughout the day. End result? Beautiful, delicious pies that were served to some folks eating an old fashioned church dinner. I know they were delicious, because Sunday, when we ate at the dinner, I asked for apple pie, hoping to get a taste of my creations. Yup, a little proud of myself.

Teague had one of my pies too. He ate the whole thing! Marrin cleaned her plate of actual food and ate half a piece of peach pie. Those beautiful babies of mine sat still and did what I asked them to do. They didn't run Grandma and Grandpa down. They didn't run around the tables. There was no yelling or fighting of any kind. Yup, a little proud of my family. I guess Brolin did have a blowout. That kid blows out no matter where we go though. This time happened to be on Uncle Dan's lap. What a trooper Uncle Dan is.

Now...it's Monday. Monday night even. With three littles sleeping soundly. Homework done, teeth brushed, prayers said. One morning down. Two to go. (I took Thursday off anticipating some exhaustion.) Yup, a little proud of myself.