Not So Bad

This pregnancy is melting my brain.  It just can't seem to hold onto anything and it's easily thrown off.  On Sunday, I was supposed to be at church early to run through a musical number for Sacrament meeting.  I told Hugh that I needed to be there at 9:35.  At 9:20 we were in the car, headed in the direction of our building.  Just before we got there, Hugh asked where we would be rehearsing, seeing as how another ward would still be using the chapel when we got there.  It was at that moment that I remembered that our ward meets at 11:00, not at 10:00, and that my rehearsal was actually at 10:35.

So we turned around and went back home.   I was feeling thrown off and a little grouchy.  I unloaded the dishwasher in an attempt to purge my frustration.  Then, just as I was wondering in which direction to aim my angst next, I looked out the window.  It was perfect picture-taking weather.  And the boys were even already dressed up.  So we took a snack outside and played and snapped some photos, and I decided that maybe being ready for church an hour early wasn't such a bad idea after all.