Typical Sunday Morning
It's Sunday morning...Everybody around the house is grabbing breakfast, racing for the bathrooms, and getting ready for church. There is the normal goofing around, combing hair in weird ways, making bets, and daring each other to go to church with hair combed up messy. The boys are searching for socks and sometimes they end up stealing a pair from dad.
When I was younger I thought using a shoe horn to put my shoes on was so cool. Dad had one so I would always finish up getting ready in their room, and then ask mom for a spray from her perfume bottle.
When one of us emerges from the back bedrooms all dressed up and ready to go, we can count on hearing from one of the little kids saying, " I got ready before you did!" For some reason they think its a race to see who can get ready first. But we can always return the little chant with, " But, you forgot to brush your teeth!"
Dad yells," Go to the van!" Its a mad rush. Everybody dashes for the van. Meanwhile Dad has to do his check on the girls to see if they are ready:) There is the normal fighting as we try to get OUR seat. For some reason there always ends up to be one happy person. There must be only one good seat! That's when one of the middle children, you know the age where the parents feel like they should be old enough to take care of their things, but are still learning how to be responsible for their stuff, comes yelling or crying. " I caaan't find my shoooes!" We all know what that means. We either have to wait in the van until Dad finds his shoes and be late, or we can all start a search party for the lost shoes and make it to church more on time. So we all pile out again and run for the house. One yelling," I got the dining room!" Another, I'll look in his bedroom!" And still another, I got the mudroom!" We hear, " can't find them here!" Then from upstairs we hear a triumphant yell," I found em! They were in his room where they were supposed to be!" For some reason we expect our shoes to be lost! The poor boy then gets a good scolding from the search party as we make our way back to the van. We have another chance to get THE SEAT. Rarely does one child get it twice.
Finally we are on our way to church. The 2 yr. old in the car seat complains that she's "stut." We try to console her and tell her that she's safe in her seat. We show her our seat belts and tell her that we're "stut" too! This is kind of how a conversation between a family like ours goes on the way to church," Your breath stinks, get away!" "Mom, he's messing my hair up!" "Sit down and stop climbing over me!" "Put you're shoes on, we're almost to church!" Mom, I wanna sit by you." " Why do we have to go to church?" "Your breath still stinks." "You didn't wash your face." "Mom, he's pinching me!"
It's a miracle if we get to church looking like we actually combed our hair or ironed our clothes. But we make it alive.:)
When I was younger I thought using a shoe horn to put my shoes on was so cool. Dad had one so I would always finish up getting ready in their room, and then ask mom for a spray from her perfume bottle.
When one of us emerges from the back bedrooms all dressed up and ready to go, we can count on hearing from one of the little kids saying, " I got ready before you did!" For some reason they think its a race to see who can get ready first. But we can always return the little chant with, " But, you forgot to brush your teeth!"
Dad yells," Go to the van!" Its a mad rush. Everybody dashes for the van. Meanwhile Dad has to do his check on the girls to see if they are ready:) There is the normal fighting as we try to get OUR seat. For some reason there always ends up to be one happy person. There must be only one good seat! That's when one of the middle children, you know the age where the parents feel like they should be old enough to take care of their things, but are still learning how to be responsible for their stuff, comes yelling or crying. " I caaan't find my shoooes!" We all know what that means. We either have to wait in the van until Dad finds his shoes and be late, or we can all start a search party for the lost shoes and make it to church more on time. So we all pile out again and run for the house. One yelling," I got the dining room!" Another, I'll look in his bedroom!" And still another, I got the mudroom!" We hear, " can't find them here!" Then from upstairs we hear a triumphant yell," I found em! They were in his room where they were supposed to be!" For some reason we expect our shoes to be lost! The poor boy then gets a good scolding from the search party as we make our way back to the van. We have another chance to get THE SEAT. Rarely does one child get it twice.
Finally we are on our way to church. The 2 yr. old in the car seat complains that she's "stut." We try to console her and tell her that she's safe in her seat. We show her our seat belts and tell her that we're "stut" too! This is kind of how a conversation between a family like ours goes on the way to church," Your breath stinks, get away!" "Mom, he's messing my hair up!" "Sit down and stop climbing over me!" "Put you're shoes on, we're almost to church!" Mom, I wanna sit by you." " Why do we have to go to church?" "Your breath still stinks." "You didn't wash your face." "Mom, he's pinching me!"
It's a miracle if we get to church looking like we actually combed our hair or ironed our clothes. But we make it alive.:)
To end on, I woke up with this song on my mind.
Every morning mercies new. Fall as fresh as morning dew; every morning let us pay tribute with the early day; for thy mercies, Lord, are sure; thy compassion doth endure.
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