Have you ever been swarmed by the Relief Society?
It’s happened to me ever since I got baptized.
One day, you are just sitting there trying not to cry because so much is happening so fast, and all the work seems impossible.
The next thing you know, your laundry has been kidnapped and snacks delivered and travel fun bags left on the door step and hugs squeezed into you.
I don’t even know who did my laundry tonight. I only know they picked it up while I was trying to get supper on the table, and brought it all back by the time Mary’s hair was braided. They had it clean and folded and sorted, so all I had to do was pack it up.
Perfect timing since suddenly the trip we have been waiting for is upon us days early.
But just like that, the kids are all packed up:
Instead of packing each child for a week, I have the entire outfit (including underwear and socks) for each child rolled into a ball and separated into different bags. Each backpack has one outfit and pajamas for all the kids. That way when we stop, we only have to grab the one backpack we need instead of rummaging through all of it every time we stop. I label the bags for which day we need them, so we are all organized. That way the stuff we don’t need until Ohio can stay at the bottom of the pile, and the stuff we need stay close to the top and easy to find:
We take Mary for cochlear implant surgery at 4am, and then leave town as soon as she is stable and cleared to go and our work finished and we are ready.
It’s time to sleep, for a few hours, anyway!
Many thanks to those who have helped so much, especially last week and this week, and to the Vivians for keeping our escape artist dogs.