If you want to get to Mass on time, you mention it Saturday night.
Mentioning your hopes means that you should find shoes for everyone before tomorrow morning.
Thinking of shoes makes you remember that you should probably find the right size tights for everyone while you're at it.
In order to find the right tights, you need to figure out what you'll be wearing.
This leads you to the girls' room where you see the littlest girls bed is in need of sheets. It's been this way for over a month so you set your jaw and decide to make the bed.
To make the bed, you need to find sheets so you open the linen closet.
When you open the linen closet, a stack of towels falls at your feet so you take a few minutes to sort through all of the linens.
As you sort through the towels you remember that you want to get to mass on time so the girls should shower tonight so you hustle them into the shower.
While they shower, you take advantage of them being occupied to make their bed.
When you lift up the mattress to make the bed, you find roughly 10 pounds of toys, garbage and writing utensils that need to be removed before the sheets can go on.
After you pull the mattress out of the bunk and lift the entire bed frame up to sweep out the crap, you realize you are now ankle deep in the detritus of 5 girls, the bed isn't made, you don't know what you're going to wear, where the tights or shoes are and now it's very, very late and everyone's tired so you make the bed, put on the fancy pillowcases, and send kids to bed while you hope for the best in the morning.
And in the morning? The hunt for shoes takes so long you are past an acceptable late entrance so you turn the car around and come back home where you mention that you want to be on time for the evening mass.