So here's my confession: Sometimes I hate Sunday mornings, okay maybe hate's a strong word, but sometimes I look forward to them with all the joy and anticipation of going bathing suit shoping with the female rug rats or school band concerts......
This morning was a Sunday morning epic fail....
6:30 am- I am ironing the Superman's white shirt and desperately trying to locate a second black sock.....
6:38 am- The Superman asks me to fix his collar and the moment I realize my head is pounding....
6:55 am- The clanging of the spoon against the Superman's cereal bowl from the kitchen is making my head throb louder
7:05- am The Superman shuts the front door and walks down the front walk on his way to bishopric
7:08 am The Advil bottle, is no where to be found, so I decide to trying going back to sleep....
8:35 am (Church starts at 9:30) "Mom is anybody going to church today?" Crap, Yes we are all going!?"
8:42 am I hip check Alex out of the way to get in the shower first
8:55 am I realize nobody has woken up Maddie or Dallyn (not my job...) "UP NOW!"...and yes you are going.
9:02 am I plug the hairdryer in the living room because there is no room in the bathroom.
9:05 am Dallyn's door slams, something about a missing belt
9:10 am Check on belt status, can only find a red one, wear it nobody will see it under your suit he rufuses and slams the door for the second time.
9:11 am The superman walks in the door "I can hear the yelling and door slaming down the street!"
9:13 am A lecture on patiance and parenting falls on very annoyed and deaf ears....
9:14 am Wait, why are you home anyways...."New meds causing bad side effects..." Sigh are you okay?" Probably....
9:22 am Can't find my checkbook, bag or scriptures...
9:25 am Walk out the door with Dallyn traipsing 30 feet behind..."With his my life sucks scowl on his face....
9:26 am Mustering my Sunday smile I shake our bishops hand and take my spot to lead the music
9:28 am Spot Sister W, realizing my head is going to pop off my body and I really shouldn't leave the Superman alone, I hand the hymn book to her and head home....
9:32 am Walk back in the door check on the Superman , find the Advil (finally) and crawl back in bed.
10:45 am Bailey, followed close behind by Dallyn ... "So you ditch church Mom""yes I needed to come home" Well if you get to be inactive today...so do we... WHATEVER ....they had a point .
2:12 pm I finally crawl out of bed.
Don't get me wrong, I know church is where I should and need to be.....But even this Mormon mom has bad days.Please tell me we are normal, after 19 years why are Sunday mornings still such a circus???....
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ReplyDeleteMy Sunday up North here didn't go as usual either... just thought I'd let you know you are not alone in the Sundays can be tough.. I lead the music in our branch as well and went back to bed because the smile that is most times effortless just couldn't be faked. Hugs a bunches! By the way I love your teen girls. We get to see them at Stake Youth Activities. Sister N
ReplyDeleteI would enjoy bathing suit shopping and a school band concert more than I enjoy getting everyone ready on Sunday mornings. It's HARD!! And, no matter how prepared we are beforehand, something always goes wrong. It's unpredictable, and something different every week. Sunday mornings I wish I had a magic wand. I guess I was hoping it would get easier as my kids get bigger, but I guess not, hey?! :) Hang in there, Robin!
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