Things I learned this weekend:
If you're sick and in bed for three days, you will have missionaries that need a place to stay on Sunday night.
You will find out about the missionaries when your husband sheepishly remembers to tell you, after choir practice and just before the evening service.
You realize you cannot kill your husband because you need someone to take the said missionaries to Dennys, and feed them while you rush home after church and clean the house.
During your frantic cleaning, you will discover that your house has a sour odor.
You will trace the sour odor to the guest bedroom.
You will not be able to discover the source of the odor, so you will rely heavily on Febreeze after cleaning, dusting and vacuuming.
You will pray that your guests are not allergic to Febreeze.
You will discover that the hangers your children put in the guest closet are the kind with your dress size embedded in the handle.
You will discover that your teenage sons can do well with cleaning, but they will literally drop any tools/utensils they used as soon as they are finished with the job at hand.
You will use this madcap cleaning whirlwind as an example to your children of why they should listen when you tell them to clean up after themselves all the time.
Your children will still not listen to you.
Thus endeth the lesson.