The almost terrible horrible very bad day.

8:30 am- yell at brother and sister until they get dressed and leave for church at 9:15. church began at 9:00.

10:15- children return home. claim they got to church too late (10:45) to stay. i argue about the time with them. they look at me like i am insane, and go back to bed.
teenagers are too big to waste time yelling at, and i can't physically force them into anything.

11:00- make stew fixings, put potatoes, veggies, meat into tupperware, throw boullion cubes (in wrappers) into crock pot. did NOT add water. intending to do this at church.

get dressed, leave for church at 12:30

1:35- arrive at church, go directly to kitchen to start stew in pot, add water, meat, potatoes.

1:45- go into sacrament. at which point i realize that not only is it fast sunday, but my ward begins at 1, not 2. so instead of being 15 mins early, i am 45 mins late. feel very stupid. sit in overflow next to cousin mark.

2:05- at some point during closing prayer remember the boullion cubes in bottom of crock pot. had not removed wrappers/foils from cubes, since i had forgotten they were in there when i added the ingredients. rush to kitchen to fish out wet paper now floating in stew.

2:45- while sitting in sunday school vaguely recall that the water wasn't very warm in my crock pot. go back to kitchen. pot is unplugged, and someone has added the remaining ingredients to my stew. pot is now overflowing, most ingredients not in actual warm part of pot (or the part that would have been warm if it had been plugged in). do emergency surgery on stew, return to class.

3:00 meet bishop. notice cute guy that talked to me a few months ago is in the hall. still can't recall his name. wish i could find a way to talk to him.

church continues as usual. go to munch and mingle. my stew is being served, but i doubt it is cooked. can see current crush eating it. become very nervous. realize life is starting to resemble bridget jones' diary way too much. am speaking as if bridget now. must stop.