My own marathon

Is it just me, or do Sundays, which should be a day of rest, seem more like a marathon day. Well, that's what yesterday felt like. We had an appointment with our Bishop a couple of hours before church (it's the 1:30 slot for us) so no sleeping in. Then it's home to prepare a lesson because I'm a huge procrastinator, get two little kids, and myself ready. It still takes me an hour to pick our what to wear even with my limited pregnancy wardrobe. Which by the way, I think that I am hugely sensitive to other peoples unthoughtful comments. Someone said, as I'm trying to squish through a little stairway after meeting santa at our church, "watch out, mama belly coming through". I'm sure they were just trying to be nice and make some room, but my goodness make it sound like I'm a freight train or something. So as you can see with comments like that floating around, I would rather be as inconspicous as possible. Oh yeah, so back to Sunday....we rush off to church early so I can get in a little practice on the organ which I've never played in my life. Quite an interesting experience by the way, but not as bad as I thought it would be. Did you know, that an organ will pick up the lightest of touch even if you didn't mean to touch it? Me either, but it does. Thank goodness my ward was very patient. So after singing in the choir and postlude playing the organ, its off to wrestle with a bunch of 4 year old Sunbeams for two hours (there are usually 8-9 in my class, this week only 3. A nice Christmas present to me). Then its rush home to make dinner, scarf it down, run some Christmas presents to neighbors, then go over to a friends house for dessert. I'm not complaining, it's just days like this leave me utterly exhausted, and wondering what are sundays for?? I think that I have a few good ideas for some New Years Resolutions...

P.S. Kyrie asked Santa for an I-pod for Christmas, and Brielle just wants a big piece of chocolate??? And I can't keep those two away from the presents under the christmas tree.