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Wednesday, October 01, 2008

The Missing Ten Minutes

I got the kids all decked out in their Sunday best a good half hour before church services. I'm trying to get there a little early to assure a pew seat and this Sunday I was going to accomplish that everlasting goal. I went to throw on my dress and find my shoes. Only ten minutes later and properly attired, I walked into the boy's room to find

Lotion
Every
Stinking
Where.

The screw cap was off and large globs of pink, Parent's Choice lotion (that may or may not be four or five years old,) was all over the carpet, the area rug, the fire engines, and Proximo. His corduroy jacket, drenched. His thin hair, smeared.

And I lost it.

What is it about Sunday mornings that makes you want to kill your children? The one morning when you should be feeling the most love and patience is the morning to test us all. At least this week, when we got to church during the opening hymn, nobody told us that our child had walked to Tulsa and been returned by the National Guard.

Tender mercies.

11 comments:

jennie w. said...

I'm always screaming at somebody on Sunday Mornings. Usually my husband, but it's pretty much just whoever happens to cross my path.

Fig said...

I can assure you that if either of your children walks to Tulsa, he won't be returned.

Cafe Johnsonia said...

My little padawan left about a gallon of pee on the bathroom floor right before we were ready to head out the door.

What is it about Sunday? Really? I don't really need the extra push to give up and stay home. So why the messes?

FoxyJ said...

The other day I was mortified when someone in my ward told me she was amused by the heated, whispered discussion I was having with my daughter during sacrament meeting. I felt bad that she had to overhear it, but at least I know I'm not the only one who is a Sunday morning grump.

citymama1 said...

blah blah blah blah adversary blah blah blah blah

AzĂșcar said...

You are so right, citimama!

I was informed of a corollary last night: the viciously fighting older children on the drive to church.

Anne-Marie said...

A Sunday morning wouldn't be the same without a frazzled Mama & disheveled children gone awry. Thank you for the support, Sisters of the Kingdom.

Likely said...

You're not kidding. It's something every Sunday for me....

e.v.e.r.y. Sunday.

I try so hard.

SusieQ said...

Or how about the irony of watching general conference on t.v. while simultaneously SCREAMING at your children to be quiet so you can hear. At least I am aware of the irony as I'm doing it, right?

Lucky Red Hen said...

Better lotion than poo :)

Lindsey said...

It is ALWAYS on sunday... ALWAYS...