“Two weeks away feels like the whole world should have changed,
But I’m home now, and things still look the same.
I think I’ll leave it ’til tomorrow to unpack,
Try to forget for one night that I’m back in my flat.
On the road where the cars never stop going through the night,
To a life where I can’t watch the sun set.
I don’t have time.
I don’t have time.”

Every time I go into my room and see the unpacked bags I think of this song by Dido. I looked up the lyrics and was pleasantly surprised at how well they really do fit. This morning Parker said it feels like it has been forever since I drove him to school. It’s true.

Heath took the kids to school yesterday morning for me. All three of them actually. I’m sure it was a nice break for Gavin to not have to take the bus. On Sunday I was talking to Dawn about driving kids to school. She said she was close to going to the district offices to complain about the staggered schedule but she didn’t. She joked that she didn’t have time.

Dawn: How do you get anything done?
Me: I don’t. I can only do one thing a day. I don’t have time for anything more.

It did make me feel better to know that I’m not crazy. There really isn’t much time during the day to get involved in much before I have to turn around and pick kids up. I guess you could say I did get a lot done yesterday. All the laundry was washed, folded and put away. We went out for a nice Italian lunch before heading to Costco. Heath sorted through more of the 5,000+ pictures he took while I finished my book. The kids got all their homework done quickly and had time to play outside.

Daylight Savings Time is really messing with my head. It was nice for the kids to be able to play longer but we were all so involved in our own spheres that it was 7:00 before we realized we hadn’t had dinner yet! We had pot pies for Pie Day (3/14) with cherry pie for dessert.

I am craving a nap. Heath and I lost three hours coming home from Hawaii. Two hours for the time zone difference and then another to Daylight Savings. This is one year I am really hating that the world observes this silly tradition. We got home around 10:30 pm Saturday night. Sunday morning came way too early. Heath’s meetings were bumped up 15 minutes earlier than usual and bless his heart, he was there on time. He was also on the phone in the airport terminal with people wanting to meet with the Bishop. I felt bad that he didn’t get more of a break from his calling.


Luckily I did. As secretaries we don’t really get to take a vacation from our responsibilities. Even though I was not missing a Sunday, I asked the Primary presidency for help. They were happy to do it. I felt so blessed to be able to skip the third hour of Primary and actually go to Relief Society with my mom and mother in law the Sunday Gwen was confirmed. The president was so sweet about it too.

Reminder emails were sent while I enjoyed Hawaii and chairs were set up while we were flying home. More than anything, I needed to hit the reset button on Primary. I allow it to take over my life far too often and then I feel resentful, which isn’t cool when I do work with such a wonderful presidency. There were a couple moments in Hawaii where I was aware of the fact that I didn’t have to worry about Primary. It was a beautiful feeling for sure. With Stake Conference this weekend, both Heath and I get another week off.

This would be the perfect place to share our adventures at the temple in Laie, Hawaii. Unfortunately I can’t find the pictures from that day. Those stories will have to wait.

“Tomorrow’s back to work and down to sanity,
Should run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here.
Try to remind myself that I was happy here,
Before I knew that I could get on a plane and fly away,
From the road where the cars never stop going through the night,
To a life where I can watch the sun set,
And take my time.
Take all my time.


I’ve still got sand in my shoes,
And I can’t shake the thought of you.
I should get on, forget you.
But why would I want to?
I know we said goodbye,
Anything else would have been confused.
But I want to see you again.”

Some friends of ours went to Oahu last year. They were there for only three days. She said that it took weeks to get off of “Hawaii time” and care about responsibilities at home. I understand the feeling. I’ve still got sand in my shoes.