Where I’ve Been. What I’ve Done.

Did you see the date on that last post?  July 1?  How did that happen?  Today is July 3 already . . . I’m stuck in one of those fast-forwarding time-warp thingies.  Help!

Last night, I headed down to the church to work on decorations for Fiesta!  I was meeting a friend there, but I arrived earlier than she did, so I made transparencies of the patterns we planned to use, then stood in the entryway blowing up inflatable fiesta-themed shapes. 

But it was stuffy in the church and cooler outdoors, so I patted my pocket to make sure I had the keys, then stepped onto the sidewalk.  And in that fleeting moment as the door slammed closed, I realized that the keys in my pocket were only my car keys, not the church keys.

I just locked myself outside.  My phone?  Inside.  Purse?  Inside.  And here is proof that God loves me–at that very moment, a member of our church pulled up in a car.  He was no ordinary member, either.  He was a member with elite status and therefore, he had a key.

So, back inside I went and this time, I put all the keys in my pockets.

My friend arrived and we got to work tracing the pattern of three buildings onto three four-feet-by-eight-feet pieces of foam insulation.  Then, we cut them out with a saw, then vacuumed up the white snow-like bits.

We started painting at 10:00 p.m. and to our great shock, finished up (two of them) at 1:00 a.m. 

I got to sleep at about 1:30 a.m., but kept waking up throughout the night, in a panic about oversleeping.  (Am I the only one who does that?)  I let in the little girl I babysit at 6:25 a.m., and went back to bed–my son came downstairs then and they watched television quietly. 

My daughter was up at 7:40 a.m. and still, I tried to sleep.  At 8:30 a.m., I was up and showering for the day because I’d planned to take the kids to the zoo.

Which we did.  My husband went, too, so it was a full-fledged family outing.  We came home in time for my daughter and husband to nap–while they slept, I wrote a letter for my volunteers, took it to church to make copies, and mailed the final product at the post-office.

Then I took the kids–mine and three others–to the pool until 6 p.m.  I made them a quick dinner and my husband took the 8-year old to Judo.  I cleaned up, did a little laundry, wrote in my other blog, wondered where the time has gone and here I sit. 

My daughter will go to bed in less than an hour and I’ll be back at church, painting the foam-insulation backdrops, stringing together tissue paper flowers and eyeing walls where decorations will ultimate go.

Don’t you wish you were me?  Queen of Decorations and Lack of Sleep?  Because if you want, I’ll trade places and you can be me for awhile.  Anyone?