I must admit that Sundays used to be a favorite of mine, but they have dropped on the list lately. I try to take it easy and do as little work/cleaning as possible, but the messes make me crazy. This morning we just let the kids play, and my house shows it, and I must admit they were getting along well... So well that they didn't want to stop to get ready for church. And trying to get my little troops to clean up is near impossible even with extravagant bribes.
You would think that the headache of getting out the door would be worth it, because of the 2 hour kid-free break. But after the painful task of trying keeping my 3 ring circus to more of a 3 person mime show during sacrament meeting is exhausting. And then I go teach a sunbeam class of 3 and 4 year olds.
Today was one of those hard Sundays where I struggled ji the morning. But I was able to get something out of the speakers in between the shushing and separating of little people. And even though it was the chaotic Sunday, also known as the practice for the primary program, there was a sweet spirit that brought peace.
We just finished dinner and my very crazy, yet very happy children ran out back to play and I can't help but smile as I watch and listen to them play and giggle as only kids can.
Hopefully I can remember this feeling next Sunday morning when we start the process again.
You would think that the headache of getting out the door would be worth it, because of the 2 hour kid-free break. But after the painful task of trying keeping my 3 ring circus to more of a 3 person mime show during sacrament meeting is exhausting. And then I go teach a sunbeam class of 3 and 4 year olds.
Today was one of those hard Sundays where I struggled ji the morning. But I was able to get something out of the speakers in between the shushing and separating of little people. And even though it was the chaotic Sunday, also known as the practice for the primary program, there was a sweet spirit that brought peace.
We just finished dinner and my very crazy, yet very happy children ran out back to play and I can't help but smile as I watch and listen to them play and giggle as only kids can.
2 comments:
Don't you remember Sundays when you were growing up. Boyd and I usually drove in seperate vehicles...we had so many Sundays we were screaming at each other prior to goint to Church.....hideous...........I think it's a perfect place for the adversary to get a foot-hold and make people unhappy on the day we should feel the most grateful and want the Spirit to dwell in our hearts and homes.
Amen! There have been weeks that I have left an entire meeting having not heard a complete sentence spoken. I guess sometimes it is more for them than for me. I try to tell myself that anyway as I drag them to 8:30 a.m. church. (January can't come soon enough!)
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