No so Happy Sunday Morning

It never ceases to amaze me that the one morning a week that SHOULD go right, rarely if ever does.

That would be Sunday morning.

I’m up, I’m getting ready to go to church. My family is getting ready to go to church. Shouldn’t that count for something? Shouldn’t there be some blessing that says if my intention is to get out the door and into the church pew on time my morning will go smooth?

Yesterday, was a prime example of one of those times that I actually paused for a moment and wondered if going to church was worth it.

I won’t go into all the gory details let’s just say that by the time we were all in the car on the way to church. I was crying and my boys were two very unhappy, very grounded for life, boys. When we got to church, the boys sat on opposite ends of the pew scowling at one another and I’m positive not thinking happy church thoughts.

I too was having a lot of not church thoughts!

When we were done with church I came home, threw my clothes on the floor, crawled into bed and hid for the next hour. After a little while I woke to the sound of kids playing a game at the kitchen table and the very unusual sound of them getting along.

To say I was suspicious would be an understatement.

After dinner, I had two boys following me around the house pledging their undying love toward one another. I also think they may have pledged servitude. Hence, the consequence of a grounding that included everything except possibly breathing. They were still allowed to breathe.

After an hour of being followed around my nerves were rapidly approaching a second melt down for the day. I try to stick to only one a day but Sunday always ends up being the exception to that rule. WHY?

I finally said, “If you two really want to be ungrounded then go sit on the couch, holding hands, WITHOUT FIGHTING for a half hour.” Ha, I thought, they will never agree to that but at least I might get a moment of peace.

First, I don’t know how long it is going to take me to get a boy will do ANYTHING for his game system…

Second, my boys are dorks!

The two of them sat together for a half hour, holding hands, giggling, and continually letting me know how much they looooooved each other.

So much for the desired peace.

By the end of the half-hour, I was laughing and the grounding was lifted.

All in all I have to admit that somewhere in all of this mess was the blessing of going to church.

Happy Monday Everyone!

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