Well, we all made it to church yesterday. Yes, that was a big miracle for us. Maybe you can sympathize?

It was such hard work to make happen. We had to start the night before by getting the boys to have baths which is harder than you can imagine. For each bath that potentially takes 5 minutes there is at least 30 minutes of work to make it happen. Multiply that by 3 and you get 1 hr and 45 minutes of work for about 15 minutes of time when the actual bathing is happening.

The baby did not sleep super fabulously but I was able to pull out the sofa bed… which is amazingly comfortable when there is only one adult in it… and nurse the baby in bed which helped me with getting some sleep while not disturbing Bryan. In case you are wondering, a queen size bed is barely big enough for me and a nursing baby. I used to feel like a queen size bed was so big, but now it feels tiny thanks to all the pillows necessary to support me and the baby so I won’t accidentally roll over onto the baby or roll away causing a painful unlatching of the baby. I am sure we make a ridiculous picture all surrounded by pillows and such. You will not get to see that picture though.

We have 9 am church and it took us a full 1 1/2 hrs of running around to get everyone fed and dressed and ready. We still got to church a little late. We did make it at least! We did not hear a word of it though because the kids were so irreverent, but we made it.

Why were they irreverent? First of all, they are kids. It is in their job description to be wiggly. Second of all, they were so excited to have their baby brother at church for the first time that they kept trying to touch him, begging to hold him, trying to coo at him, and fighting amongst themselves. Bryan was thinking church would be easier with me there again, but alas, he was wrong. I caused more problems by being there with the baby than by staying home!

So my first trip back to church in 6 weeks weeks was not so I could be spiritually uplifted, but so that I could maintain the habit of going so I can be in the right place when I can listen again in a few years… When will that magical day happen?


Melinda August 9, 2010 at 11:56 a.m.

Good job Ily! I totally get this post. Our church starts at 8:30..... yes that is right 8:30!!!!! Is it bad that I am counting down the time until they can go to nursery :-) and or change times of church. Davis is so cute!

Gretchen August 9, 2010 at 12:32 p.m.

Amen, sister!

I can definitely sympathize. You have more kids, but my hu'band has meetings before church so I have to get everyone out the door by myself. Probably about evens out! Here's hoping for the day when going to church is about more than just a righteous sacrifice to be obedient!!!