I was late for church today. As usual. I would have walked in during worship, like I usually do. But a certain three year old was having some sort of meltdown outside the Sunday school room that she couldn’t actually explain.
Even though I started getting us ready a full 2 hours before my target leave for church time, we still didn’t leave our house until the time that 11:00 am worship service actually begins. You may know that my husband is a Pastor at our church, and he was actually preaching today. So I’m on my own Sunday mornings to get the three tiny humans out the door, and presentable, most Sundays. My parents, who are a literal God-send, help out when they are available, but they couldn’t today. So, I took a shower while Alice was “napping.” and I say napping because she woke up at 5 am and didn’t fall back asleep until around 7:45, when Emmy woke up. Isn’t that ironic?