I swear I'm bipolar. Yesterday, was a great day. I was extremely busy, but really happy, surrounded by friends and my kids weren't even bugging me. I think I even caught a 15 min nap. Ah...bliss.
Today, polar opposite. I thought Sundays were relaxing, beautiful, feel the spirit days. Yeah...not when you don't have a husband at home or on the pew next to you. Adam and I had discussed sitting near the front of the chapel instead of our back pew, to possibly motivate our children to be more reverent. hmmm...didn't work. Just made me super stressed, knowing that everyone could now SEE my irreverent children and not just hear them. It seemed I also managed to say the wrong thing to everyone I talked to and I must have looked crazy, because I kept getting this pity look. Once kids were off to primary, things were ok. But alas, primary is only 2 hours (my favorite two hours of each Sunday) and trying to get my kids to the van afterwards was a nightmare. I wasn't even to the door when I see Bryson booking it across the parking lot, Grant heading back into the church, and Nona is nowhere to be found. Thank you to all the people who helped me collect my precious children so I could take them home, only to be tortured some more.
Nap time missed...need I say more. I can only hope tomorrow is a better day.
Do you think Bryson will notice that all his m&ms will be gone come tomorrow morning?
8 comments:
If it makes you feel better, I didn't notice your children at all, and I was sitting near the front, so probably within earshot. But I could definitely partake of some chocolate with you. :P
Tee Hee! Sorry for laughing, but as one who often has a wild look herself, I could completly identify. Luckily it is starting to warm up, so we could take them outside and wear them out a little bit!
Speaking from my very bizzare position, I very rarely seem to think anyone's children are behaving as badly as their parents do. But I understand feeling like everyone is watching and judging you when you're not at your best.
BTW- Chocolate calories are burned off during stresfull times, its a fact.
I totally didn't notice your children. I'm always worrying that everyone is listening to my baby cry during the sacrament but no one admits to noticing after the meeting. So, what kind of chocolate do you like?
Hmmm...chocolate on my doorstep? Who could it be? I feel so loved! Thank you secret supplier. I can feel the stress lift with each bite. mmmm
Oh, you poor thing!
I'm sure we've all had those days--I've had Sundays where I can't remember finishing an actual conversation with anyone (wait, I've had regular days like that too)
Hmmm, I vote for brownies. You bring the milk. Chocolate, of course.
I love church. Especially church from 1 to 4. I mean who's idea was that? A man's I'm sure. We continue to enjoy our crazy sunday's. I've got Josh sitting right next to me. In that time we have a poopy diaper, a screaming kid, a kid with Bright Pink Make Up, Colson's tearing up shreds of crayon wrappers... Wait I'm sorry was this about your bad Sunday!! :) I say let them scream. How else will someone know to help you???
When I have days like that, I just make chocolate chip cookies. And eat all of them. I sometimes wonder why I don't weigh 300 pounds because of all the junk food I eat.
Anyway, no one noticed your bad kids. (because they weren't bad) Sundays are usually pretty good around here until we get home from church. The afternoon just DRAGS on and my kids drive me crazy. It makes me look forward to Mondays.
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