Easter has now come and gone and this is the time that Lutheran Pastors and their families all take a big sigh of relief, sit back, enjoy a bit of spring and relax a bit.

Except in this house.

The week before Holy Week, we were reminded of God's grace in a the form of a funeral, which is about a 4 day long endeavor as a member of the PF (pastor's family).

Holy Week speaks for itself, I believe. Let us not do that again anytime soon.

Easter Day was a dream come true. Other than Lars being ready to go home before we got out of the car at church, he did pretty well throughout the day. After church, we went to Douthit's for our now annual photo shoot, Easter basket retrieval, lunch, and, last but not least, the Egg hunt. Pastor then had nursing home duty much of the afternoon. Lars didn't want to stay more than about 10 minutes after the hunt, so we made him a tent under the old kitchen table downstairs and he took his blanket and stayed in there for quite a while with his new Handy Manny matchbox pick up trucks.

Later in the day, more friends came out and we had a great time playing cards, eating cake and ice cream for a surprise birthday party, and playing with the kids' new toys. We headed home when Lars had had enough of it all and I was pretty sure he was going to start walking home.

We all looked forward to sleeping in on Monday, taking the day to pick up the odds and ends around the house, play with some more toys and, oh yes, go to Gering to pick up a race car. After all, Easter is over, it's now time to be done with the stress of life. School is nearly finished for the year, the spring pastor's conference slash mini family vacation is coming upon us quickly, and all the fun stuff that come with the start of summer.

While strapping a blue and purple kiddy pool to the masculine looking black race car, the phone rings for a pastor emergency, and back to Bridgeport we head.

Now, it is Wednesday, the regularly busy day, and another funeral is pending. Eden was back to school yesterday. Lars' IFSP was yesterday afternoon, and that always takes most of the day for Mommy to prepare and decompress afterwards.

Elia, on the tail end of being sick with a respiratory infection and double ear infection, thinks it's way better to fall asleep on Mommy, and sleep in her bed nuzzled close, rather than to get in the crib and fall asleep listening to soft music, then sleep for 12 hours, like her siblings did when they were her age.... I nurse her as I type this now.

Tomorrow is a full day with therapy in the morning here, then again in SB during the afternoon. I canceled a CPR class for the convenience of someone else, which actually helped me out tremendously. We'll try for it again next week.

Now, I look around and chuckle. I'm sitting on a pile of stuff on my desk chair, simply because I ran out of room on my desk yesterday and had to start using the chair to pile it up on. It's hard to file when it's under my rear end, though.

Lars is headed this way, no doubt in search of a snack, so I'd better get back to being a Mommy. Who needs to be organized anyway?