An Eventful Sunday

Today was quite a Sunday! Let's start at the beginning:
6:30 am: Get out of bed. Yahoo! We got to sleep-in half an hour because we showered yesterday night! Get dressed. Get kids fed, dressed, hair done, diaper bag loaded. Grab primary stuff, whip on some mascara, and out the door at 7:35.
8:00am: Church begins. We look around and WHOA! There are a million people here today! What's going on?
8:15am: During the second baby blessing (that's why there's so many people) Mia starts to whimper and BLAAAAHHHH, she pukes all over. Luckily I catch a lot of it and my friend behind me starts tossing me baby wipes.
8:17am: Amen - the baby blessing is over. Woops, sorry for the little disruption there. My friend 2 rows back takes off for the bathroom and comes back with paper towels and a couple plastic bags to pass up to me.
8:18am: Sacrament hymn begins. Psssst. Brother in front of me. Can you go take Brett's place passing the sacrament so he can come take my pukey toddler home? Thanks.
8:20am: Brett parades out. All eyes are glued on the pitiful, pukey girl in his arms.
8:22am: Okay, so I think I've got all the yuck cleaned up. Psssst, Sister in front of me, can you smell it? Nope, she's got a cold. Good 'cause I'm gagging here.
8:23am: My friend 2 rows back takes off to the trash with baggies of barfy paper towels.
8:24am: Digging in the diaper bag for the hand sanitizer. Yureka!
8:25am: Breathe . . .
8:40am: The sacrament is finally over. They had to prepare and bless an extra tray of water to accomodate the mass of people in the building. Visiting Stake President gets up. Brothers and Sisters, you're going to have to wait 20 agonizing minutes until after testimony meeting, then we're going to reorganize your bishopric. He sits down.
9:00am: Stake President gets back up. We'd like to release the bishop and his counselors, etc. etc. And your new bishop is . . . (drumroll please) the young guy that was the Young Men's president. And his counselors are . . . two more young guys. Lets all sustain these young guys even though their combined ages make them 4 years younger than President Hinckley.
9:01am: We're all beaming, despite the slight shock, and truly happy to see those three young faces sitting together on the stand. Are we happy to see what good men they all are, or are we happy because we each feel like we've just dodged a big bullet? Either way, let's listen as they each get up, in turn, to bear their testimonies and show off their deer-in-the-headlights looks.
9:30am: The meeting is over and everyone clears out. I run to the Nursery and grab some Lysol.
9:32am: I spray Lysol lavishly over our icky row.
11:00am: Church is over. Whew - did I just run a marathon?
11:20 am: I'm still at the church finishing up Primary stuff. I ask my friend, whose husband is out of town, if I can get a ride home. Sure!
11:30 am: Okay I'm done, but where's my ride! She completely spaced it I guess. AAACK!
11:31 am: Daphney, wife of the freshly sustained 2nd counselor in the bishopric, since you're not looking frazzled or anything with your baby due any minute and your 3 kids running around the primary room, can I get a ride home with MY 2 kids and my huge tote and diaper bag?
11:35 am: We haul outside where the wind blows my stack of papers clear across the parking lot. All 5 kids proceed to run down the road, dodging incoming cars, to collect the scattering sheets.
11:40 am: The kids are all actually sitting in the car AND buckled. Lets go!
11:45 am: We're almost home. Wait, did we just pass Brett, driving to the church to come and get us? Oh good. He saw us and he's turning around.
11:50 am: . . . . . We're . . . . Home. And the day is only half over.