Super Super Super Saturday

My biggest gripe with my hard-working husband, is that he works so much that he has not had the opportunity to spend a sufficient amount of alone time with the children in order to really know what my life is like. I've never left all 3 children alone with him. I've never gone anywhere over night or even a whole day for that matter, that is until this past Saturday. Sure, it wasn't over night, and it wasn't all day, but it was 4 whole hours.
My husband took last Saturday off of work so I could go to Super Saturday.(About Super Saturday- I used to completely bag on homemaking/enrichment/supersaturday. In my younger, more naive days, I thought 'crafts' and such were for sissies. I used to think, "I bet they aren't talking about 'gardening in small places' in elder's quorum", or "I'm sure the high priests aren't making family home evening plaques". In fact, the very first enrichment that I ever attended was when I was 31 years old, and it was only because I had been called to serve on the enrichment committee. The first Super Saturday I attended was later that year and it was because I, as well as a few other ladies, were in charge of it. I even made the below magnet board that year.)



Now back to the story. So Saturday morning I headed hesitantly up to the church, wondering what my home would look like when I returned. Once I got going on my projects, I started to relax and enjoy the company of the best women I've ever known (seriously). Stephanie, did such an awesome job organizing the affair, thanks Steph for letting me benefit from all of your hard work. Thank you to everyone who helped me with my drilling and hammering and painting. Thank you Breanne Wisan for the enriching conversation and the food for thought. Thank you Lori Hacking for the light hearted life coaching conversation. You are a super star Lori. I need to apologize to all the women who I left in my wake as I ran Mario brothers style to the food table in order to be first in line. I'm always hungry and I like my food. I apologize to everyone at my table who had to watch me eat: 2 bowls of soup, bread, salad, cookies, chocolates, and whipped cream with my fingers.
I rocked hard at that Super Saturday. In 4 hours (minus my carb and sugar binge), I made 8 of these fabulously gift-worthy, colorful magnet boards (don't ask me what's up with the magnet boards).


Jealous? If you are nice maybe I'll give you or your kid one of these as a gift. Really, I should have made 50.
After feeling all awesome about my accomplishments and our conversations, I returned home to find: a clean house, children fed, crayons and pen magic erasered off of walls and furniture, clothing folded, and a son put down for a nap (OK, he was crying and his diaper was dirty, but I'm so not complaining). Later, when it was apparent that we were not going to be able to go out to eat without our children, my husband drove to Provo to get my favorite food, Bombay house.



This may not look appetizing but it is so good, so good.

In conclusion my Traverse Mountain sisters rock, my husband rocks, and I rock. Thank you very much for indulging me.