Wonder of Wonders

Most Sundays consist of 12+ hours of the following:

*waking up too early
*being exhausted/cranky
*fighting with the kids to get them to take a bath/do their hair/eat their lunch/get ready for church/sit still during Sacrament Meeting
*rushing home after church (sans husband) to make dinner
*dealing with cranky kids who have missed their naps
*rushing to eat & not cleaning the kitchen
because it's already time for jammies
*fighting the girls to get them to settle down and go to bed
*collapsing on the couch and falling asleep
before I even brush my teeth

But every now and then, the planets align. And when that happens,
I am blessed by the following:

*Honey bathes the girls because he has
late meetings in the morning
*Sacrament Meeting is manageable (many thanks
to our friends, F & P!)
*Mommy learns something during class
*Honey comes home with us right after church
*Honey makes dinner, while
*Mommy takes a nap
*Honey puts the girls in jammies while
Mommy cleans the not-very-messy kitchen
*Mommy gets to snuggle in bed with a 5-year-old, playing "name that tune," and telling stories about 3 Little Grapes named Blinkie, Blonkie, and Shploonkie-Shplonkie
*Mommy gets to exchange said story with a 3-year-old as well
*3-year-old asks to go to bed at 8:25
*Mommy trucks off to bed at 10:30, leaving
Honey sacked out on the couch

Planets, thank you for your gift.

When, oh when, will you align again?