A series of unfortunate events

It all started when I woke up from a dead sleep at 4:45 a.m. No reason...just eyes open, wide awake. I finally got back to sleep at about 6:45 a.m...and was really hoping I would just snooze for a few minutes and then hurry to get ready for church.

What REALLY happened was I slept until 8 A.M. Brandon was up with the kids and was letting me sleep, which was wonderful. But I was in a crazy hurry. Jumped in the shower, no time to shave the good ol' legs. Decided the nylons would cover it all up anyway. :) Got out--got ready. Realized a few things: Blowdryer is out of commission...nylons missing...chipped toenail polish peeking out the end of my open-toes sandals. Sometimes you just don't have time to look nice. Still made it to church before the end of the opening song. I say, a success!

The kids were pretty fidgety today, which made church feel long...all in all a good meeting though!

Remember our broken fridge? It is now empty and a balmy 65 degrees...useless for storage. Well, it just so happens that we had signed up to feed the missionaries this weekend. Remembering that yesterday I ran to the store and bought a frozen lasagna and some breadsticks. Easy things we could freeze and then pop in the oven. After church and feeding the kids frozen dinners for lunch, I slipped into a deep sleep. I vividly remember feeling like I HAD to wake myself up so I could start dinner. Somewhere in my dream I became convinced that it only took 40 minutes to cook a frozen lasagna.

Ever cooked a frozen lasagna?? I have...and it's NOT 40 minutes...

So imagine my surprise when Brandon woke me up at almost 4:00 p.m. I slept the ENTIRE afternoon...in fact, ALL of us did. With the missionaries coming at 5:00, I jumped up and started to get the dinner in the oven. I was so happy that the timing would work out PERFECT! "Let's see" I told myself,"put this in now, and it will have time to cook and then sit for a few minutes before they come." As I was throwing the box away, my eye caught a glimpse of a triple digit number that I was convinced COULDN'T be the bake time...

My heart sank. We have NO fridge...no fresh food...and at that point we had 52 minutes until company was coming.

I put the lasagna in the oven and grabbed one of Jenna's magic wands in hopes that somehow 125 minutes would turn into 45.

And then I got real...and I found backup. Taco soup anyone? Defrosted some meat in the micro and cooked the whole package, and then froze the cooked meat I didn't use. I just started throwing stuff in--and to be honest, it was pretty darn good! I would totally make it again (if I can only remember exactly what I put in there). I ran over to pick up my cheese and sour cream out of a friend's fridge (thanks Debbie!) and we were in business.

But the whole dinner we had this lasagna cooking, which made the kitchen unbearable to eat in...unfortunate event #37...rain. We don't have a lot of eat in space, so we only invite 4 missionaries to eat when we can eat outside. That was the plan. But as the storm came and the rain pounded down, we all squeezed around our little table to eat.

Looking back on the day, it is quite comical. It felt totally stressful at the time, but seeing one thing after another go crazily wrong, I just want to sit and laugh so hard!

Wow...another day down...and I have NEVER been so excited over an appliance as I am to have our fridge back in business tomorrow! That repairman will be my BEST FRIEND!

Happy Sunday...