I was roused from a deep sleep when the sun was still waking up itself. The shrill sound of the doorbell interrupted yet another dream about drowning. While it was a relief to escape the nightmare, I could not imagine why someone was standing on my porch in the dark. Garry, who had fallen asleep on the couch downstairs last night, thundered up the staircase and opened the door.
On the porch was our bishop.
As soon as I heard his voice, I knew what was happening. Weeks ago I agreed to watch his girls before school today so he and his wife could fulfill assignments in the temple. It was on my calendar....just not in my brain. Argh!
So the bishop stepped inside with his two girls. We had a pleasant conversation about school drop-off times and locations. I nodded and smiled and asked questions, trying to reassure him that I was, indeed, prepared to care for his girls--despite my pajamas, crusty tear ducts, and disheveled hair. I offered my apologies and brightest smile as he walked out the door.
The next hour and a half were pleasant. The girls ate breakfast with us and entertained Lexi. I eventually changed my clothes and shuttled them to school. By the end of the school day their parents will be home. I have fulfilled my duty, and the bishop and his wife are hopefully enjoying a lovely day in the temple.
All's well that ends well, right? (Please?)