It was past midnight when someone told me that today was Spring Forward Day.
We got up late this morning. Jeremy rushed off to a meeting, and despite my efforts, we were late late late to church today. Victor's diaper didn't help anything. As we struggled out of the car (okay, van), I saw Jeremy, across the parking lot, getting into the car. I waved my arms and called his name, but he still drove away.
"He's going to look for us," I thought. "He thinks something must be drastically wrong for us to be this late."
Then we went into Sacrament Meeting, via the bathroom to wash hands and dispose of aforementioned diaper. Zeke thought the ladies' room was way neat.
Five minutes later I was hauling both boys out of Sacrament Meeting, as I had been unable to persuade either of them to behave in a way that even narrowly resembled reverence. I apologize to the Caseys, the Russes, and the Bests for our family's failure at reverence.
Because I don't believe in rewarding bad behavior, I hauled the boys into the thankfuly-empty mother's room. I shut the door to contain Zeke, and I let him loose. Then--and this is the fun part--I sat in a chair with Victor clamped in my arms. He was so not happy about this. He only hit my shins with his shoes a couple of times before I wised up and moved my legs, and my lip only got bumped once. I did manage to stay calm, but it was not the happiest moment of our lives.
After some time--minutes, hours--Jeremy returned from his rescue mission, heard the commotion through the door, and retrieved the children. I intended to collect myself and return to the meeting, but it took a little longer than I had expected to collect myself. So I just sat there. And chatted. Since we had been so late, there wasn't much time left, but I still whimped out.
Jeremy took the boys to another room, closed the door, opened the windows, and also gave up.
We'll try again next week. This week was such a collossal failure that it shouldn't be difficult to effect some improvement next Sunday.
5 comments:
Good job on the staying calm! That is the hardest thing for me in those situations. I think you're a fantastic mom.
Oh, man. We've all had Sundays like that. Nice work on staying cool and collected and focused on having better success next week. (We just saw your Mom and Dad yesterday at the funeral...they were so great to come.)
oh, i'm so sorry you had such a rough day. we have all had days like that. good for you for keeping calm. i hope tomorrow (and especially next sunday) goes more smoothly.
After another day at church, Greg and I both took comfort in your post. Misery loves company?
We completely blitzed daylights, and just I went to church. It wasn't too bad!
Sometimes, I think the Lord wishes that he could have a day off without the constant prayers of desperate mothers praying not to kill their kids, so that we can all keep the Sabbath Day holy. ;D
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