This weekend has been cuh-razy. Yesterday saw voice lessons, violin lessons, extra violin rehearsals, a birthday party complete with frantic shopping for a gift, a GNO at my friend's house, a playdate and oh! How could I forget? The oven exploded.
I came home from shopping or a lesson or something, and The Maestro told me that he'd been preheating the oven, but was then talking on the phone before he actually put anything in it. While he was talking, he heard a BANG! CRASH! BOOM! from the kitchen and discovered some fireworks going on inside the oven.
Now, we don't know exactly how old the oven is, as it came with the house. But, we figured we could safely assume it was around the same age as the refrigerator which died back in August, and anyway, according to ye olde internette, the part we would need to fix the dead heating element (that is what exploded, as it turns out) was no longer available. So, another new appliance! Yay for me! Good thing I got paid yesterday morning. So, despite the crazy schedule of the day, we dropped everything and headed to Sears and bought ourselves a brand spanking new oven. I figure that, at this rate, the washer & dryer will go out in another 6 months. Better start saving up for those front loaders I'm dying to have!
Today has been no less insane. A violin performance, another birthday party (but I did the shopping for that one yesterday), Worldwide Training Meeting at the church for Joel and me, grocery shopping, a Young Men/Young Women activity and lots of manic cleaning were all on the docket.
We were asked late last night if we would please house one of the stake leaders who is here for branch conference tomorrow. Of course we said yes. We always do. The problem is, my house was an absolute PIG STY. Really. I just haven't had the time to properly devote to cleaning. And I'm tired. And I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Excuses. Dirty House. Amen.
So, dear thing that I write in, I stayed up until 2 in the morning cleaning. Today I slave drove my girls. I put my husband to work. Together, between all the rest of the stuff we needed to finish, we got this house sparkling clean. I have been complaining about the lack of cleanliness around here for a very long time, but I just cannot keep up with the messes of five people, and I have apparently not taught my children to clean up after themselves. So, this evening, just before the stake person was to come, I was thankful for a pressing reason to get my act together, because the reward was a clean house, and who doesn't love that?
Especially when, five minutes later, you get a phone call that the stake person isn't going to stay with you after all.
The Lord works in mysterious ways, dear thing that I write in. He knew what I needed, and he gave it to me. He just used my procrastinating, down-to-the-last-second, must-have-a-deadline-to-accomplish-anything ways to get it done. And I thank Him.
And I promise I'm going to try really hard to keep it up this time.