Saturday was a "Special" Day (otherwise known as the "Perfect Storm").

We'd known for several weeks that Sarah had not one, but two dance recitals on Saturday April 28th. So, we got tickets for the whole family and planned on spending the day at the Snowflake social hall where the recital was being held.
Then, about a month ago Caleb brought home tickets to the Scout-o-Rama, also to be held on the 28th. Well, I'm sure we can squeeze in a trip down to the park for the scout-o-rama. So, that went on the calender as well.
Then, a few weeks ago, Caleb's pine wood derby car won 3rd place in his pack race, which meant he was invited to attend the district pinewood derby race held on the 28th as well. Hmmm....O.K. , no problem, I'll make sure Sarah gets to her morning recital,  and Dad can take Caleb to the pinewood derby race. Then, we'll all meet up to watch Sarah's afternoon recital together.
Then, We got a call from Adam's sister Malorie, SHE GOT HER MISSION CALL TO TACOMA WASHINGTON!!! YAY!!!!....She scheduled her endowment session in the Mesa temple at 5:00pm...on the 28th.
O.K. new plan. We'd go to the Scout-o-rama first thing, then have Adam take Caleb to register Caleb's car for the pinewood derby while I got Sarah ready for her morning recital. Then, Adam would leave for the Valley and I'd just drop Sarah off at the Social hall and take Caleb to the pinewood derby. Eliza and I would hang out and support Caleb, then pick up Sarah, have lunch and then we'd all (except Adam who traded his recital ticket for the Friday night show) go to Sarah's afternoon dance recital together. O.K. this could work....
THEN, on Tuesday I found out that my great Aunt Dorothy (who lives in Snowflake) passed away.  On Wednesday I found out that her funeral would be on...you guessed it...Saturday the 28th. My grandparents would be coming into town to stay with us for a few days on Thursday, while several other family members would be arriving at various times on Saturday....
So, here's how it all went down..We woke early on Saturday and after breakfast, all the kids got showered and dressed. Caleb in his scout uniform, Sarah in her dance costume and Eliza, Adam and I in regular clothes. We all got our Sunday clothes laid out. Adam for his trip to the Temple, and the rest of us for the funeral. We skipped the Scout-o-rama and Adam took Caleb to go get his car weighed in and registered for the Pinewood Derby while  I helped Sarah get ready for her recital and My grandparents,(bless their hearts) got breakfast all cleaned up and helped make the house presentable for the other visitors who would be arriving that day. Adam left for Mesa, and I loaded the kids in the car and dropped off Sarah at the Social Hall. Then we took Caleb to the P.W.D. race. The race was an hour late getting started. grrr. By the time Caleb had raced in his first heat, it was time to pick up Sarah from her recital. So, I left Caleb and Eliza at the race by themselves and picked up Sarah. We went back to the races (where Sarah was mortified to be seen in her recital costume), and cheered for Caleb for a couple more races. It was clear that the races were going to continue for a while, So the girls and I left Caleb at the races and went home to change into our clothes for the funeral. My brother Paul's family was at our house, and after some quick hugs, we got dressed, then grabbed Caleb's clothes and took them to him to change into just before the funeral. Poor Caleb had to leave the P.W.D. races before they were done, but it was clear that he wasn't going to place anyway, so he hurried and changed in the bathroom and we got to the church for the funeral just in the nick of time. The service was beautiful.  But Sarah and I had to skip the concluding service and internment so we could get Sarah to her evening recital on time. My Parents kept Eliza and Caleb with them during the internment and luncheon, and they all arrived at the recital in time to watch Sarah dance!
Whew!!! We did it!!
At one point during the day, the girls started bickering. I told them My stress level was at an "8" so they better stop. Eliza asked what would happen if my stress level got to a "10"?... I told her my Head would explode.... Sarah started whimpering, and Eliza kept whispering "Oh no!" over and over. I realized they actually believed me, but I didn't care. I just let them believe it, and for the rest of the day Eliza would ask me where my stress level was at,  just to make sure it wasn't getting any closer to that dreaded "10"! Hahaha! I'm so mean!
Anyway, the day is done.  I'm now enjoying a nice, peaceful Sabbath. My stress level hovers between 2 and 3, only because I've got dishes to get done. But I'm definitely out of the danger zone!

Here are some pics. from Sarah's recital. They were actually taken during the dress rehearsal. I forgot to take my Camera with me yesterday. Can you blame me?

Sarah did an awesome job at every performance! We are so proud of all her hard work and dedication. Way to go Sweetie!