I got up in plenty of time to finish putting together my sermon this morning. I woke up my daughters a good hour before we needed to leave for church. Mid-way through breakfast my oldest decided she wasn't feeling good. It's not uncommon for us to have differences of opinion on Sunday mornings. Frequently when my husband is here and not at school, he gets stuck with the last minute kid care for a child who, for one reason or another, woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Today was no different, except it was different because my husband wasn't here. With a half-hour before I have to head over to church I have to seek out a babysitter and my oldest insists that she does NOT want the normal sitter. So I rack my brain and call a church member who has helped out before. By the time I got to church, the service was set to begin within the half-hour -- a little too close for comfort for me.
But there are always things going on Sunday mornings. Some days we argue over what clothes to wear (or not to wear). Always we discuss why NOT to wait until the last 15 minutes to hop in the shower. Frequently we disagree over what I've served for breakfast. Why does it all come to a head on the day I have the least flexibility? '
Even with the added challenges, I sure do love my kids.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
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It's probably precisely because you have the least flexibility that things are coming to a head. And I'm sure there's a really appropriate beer-pouring metaphor in there. Not that it's helpful, but...mmmm, beeeer, arghlghlghlghl.
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