This is going to sound bad so just go with me for a minute. I hate Sundays. I always wake up angry because it means that it's the last day of the weekend and we inevitably didn't get our projects done and it means just a few short hours before Carson has to go to work. I'm also the last one who gets ready for church because I'm always making sure that everyone else is ready so I get limited time in the shower and limited time to do my hair...(although, why do I bother, it never looks the way I want it to) and right now, nothing fits. So I get angry at the fact that I feel like a scrub. I spend a lot of time making the girls look beautiful only to have them do something silly like climb under a blanket thus destroying the complicated hair do that I gave them. And on most days, we're lucky if we make it in during the opening hymn-I hate getting to church late.
So this morning, I woke up deciding that we were going to have a better Sunday than usual. I wouldn't go to church mad and I was going to feel the spirit if it killed me. I set the tone from the get go. We got ourselves ready quickly even it meant that I didn't look as perfect as I would have liked. We drove to church discussing the importance of listening and being still in Sacrament meeting and how we need to remember Jesus and how much we love Him and Him us. We got to church 10 minutes early and I tried to set the example by sitting quietly and listening to the prelude music. Well, the girls were not having it. I was there alone today because we still haven't taken Mr. Will to church so I was playing single mom. As soon as we sat down Audrey was begging to goldfish and Siobhan was running up and down the row. She would not sit down for all the tea in China. They didn't have an crayons to color in their coloring books with as the girls decided to dump them in milk the other day. Skipping through all of the complaints about being hungry and needing a drink of water and you get to the actual sacrament. What should be a spiritual and uplifting experience was the complete opposite. Siobhan spilled 2/3 of the tray of bread and when we got the water, Audrey fell off the chair and broke out into hysterics. At that point, I had two choices....let Audrey cry and destroy the spirit for those around me or take both girls out and cause even more commotion and destroy the spirit for the vast majority of people in the chapel...hmmmm, what do I do, what do I do? There's more, but I won't bore you with the details.
I really don't hate Sundays. I actually really enjoy them for the recharge that I get-spiritual, mental and physical. But sometimes, it's really hard to feel that way. Maybe next week it will be easier. I'm going to buy more crayons!
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For what it's worth, Siobhan was really cute during sharing time and even volunteered a story that related to what Emily Jones was talking about.
Sundays are hard. Ecspecially when you are a single mom of 3 almost every Sunday for the last year, and when you have 8:30 church! That is my life. I figured a while ago that I HAVE to wake up by 6am on Sunday in order to have a good day, since Andy is gone before 6 and I'm on my own. It's hard but it can work, I promise! I also decided years ago that I must arrive at least 10 minutes early so that we can get a side bench where the kids do best.
However, even after all of this, we had to sit in a large middle bench on Sunday and Brynley and Hayden fought over the water tray, thus spilling it while I was trying to wrangle Zac... Fun times. We will be blessed though, right?
By the way, can I just say how irritating it is to have the front 7 empty side benches in church saved with a set of scriptures for families that don't even have little kids? (Except for one wife of a Bishopric member who has 4 little boys, I get that) I get myself there early every week only to have these benches saved for other people to walk in duing the opening song...SO annoying!!!
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