Clean, modest clothes.
No food.
No sleeping.
No cell phones.
No hitting. (Yes my teens still need this rule)
Sacrament meeting should be a piece of cake...
I looked up, as Dallyn started to pass the sacrament on the stand....
{Horrified Mom Moment}
Dallyn's white shirt was more wrinkled, than a 93 year old sunbather....seriously he has one job, Sunday mornings..like I wouldn't notice...who raised this boy! sigh
Testimony meeting hadn't even started, when I here the distinctive crunch, I look up...Madison is, neck deep into a Kit Kat bar...Really Maddie, it's fast Sunday?....Really? She mumbles, I missed breakfast!?!?....ummm yeah that's the point...she scarfs it down before I can confiscate...sigh
Five minutes in and I realize the teenagers are no longer awake, picking my battles...at least they're reverent, right? All good, until I hear Dallyn snicker at an inappropriate time, and I realize every, single one of my geniuses, aren't sleeping, but on their cellular devices....there is a silent tug o war and I hand superman three cell phones...sigh.
Then they really did fall asleep.
Then they really did fall asleep.
Well at least no one hit each other. 1 for 4. Way to go Kramers!
Sundays are my favourite! Really they are.
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