A Comedy of Errors

Yesterday we spent 5 frustrating hours trying to serve in the temple. We try to go once month, and this was our chance for March. (The temple was closed for half of the month.) I arranged to have a friend watch the kids and made dinner for us to eat on the way and then went to pick Alan up from clinic. I knew I might have to wait, so I sat out in the parking lot reading, calling my sister and waving to a friend from the ward who had been Alan's clinic patient. When my bottom started to fall asleep I looked at my watch and realized I had been there for 2 hours. The clinic just wouldn't end! We called the temple and told them we wouldn't make it for our session appointment and asked if there was anything else (shorter) we could do. They said to come in and do sealings, so we drove the hour there. When we got there we found out the next set of sealings wouldn't start until very late, so we turned around and came back to our kids. We drove up next to the van, which was still in the clinic parking lot, and I couldn't find my keys. ANYWHERE. I was certain that I must have left them in the bathroom at the temple. We left the van there and came home. Luckily, when we got home to a well-lit kitchen counter, we found the keys, so we went back and got the van.

At least I got to hang out with my husband for a couple of hours and speak to him without being interrupted, right? Honestly, though, it wasn't our favorite date. My other consolation is that Michelle called me as I was on the way home and assured me that this totally counts as a temple trip.