We go to Church on Sundays. I don’t know what it is about Sundays. But it is always a rushy, emotional, mess filled morning and I cannot remember the last time we made it to church on time. It doesn’t make any sense! Because there are many mornings throughout the week where we need to get out of the house on time. And I do that single handedly (some-what successfully). But Sundays? I have a whole other adult to help and yet we still cannot get out the door on time.
7:30am: William comes into our room happily chattering. I tell him to shush. The BABY is still sleeping (ahem….which really means that I am still sleeping). I look at the clock and it’s only 7:30! Church doesn’t start for 3 hours and it’s 2 minutes from our house. Which means I have time to be lazy (not true but I am not sensible at this hour). We laze around in bed for a bit.
John takes the boys downstairs to start breakfast. I feed Tilly and change her diaper…but decide to basically dress her for church (onsie, long sleeve shirt, tights) minus her dress to get ahead of the game. I take her down to John and come back up to shower. I get out, blow dry my bangs immediately (cowlick that must go from dripping wet to dry in a few seconds if I want it to lie flat), put on a robe and go join the family downstairs. They are all eating. John finishes up and goes upstairs to shower. I note that it’s NOT EVEN 9AM YET! WE WILL BE ON TIME TODAY!!
I haven’t even finished that triumphant sentence when Henry pees on his chair. He looks at me shocked and says “Mom….my chair is wet! And my underwear!” Ugh. I deal with that. Then Tilly starts fussing and I realize she wants some real food. So I feed her and myself while Henry and William start fighting over trains. I send Henry upstairs to play with the other trains. I want to make a Roast today so I clean Tilly up and put her on the floor to play with her toys. I season and brown the meat before throwing it in the crock pot. I think I have time to empty and re-load the dishwasher. But Tilly starts fussing. I go pick her up and realize she has pooped through every single layer she has on. So much for getting ahead of game. I take her upstairs (William already went up) and start the gruelling process of pealing all the poop soaked clothing off her without getting it everywhere. She gets a baby wipe bath because it’s already 9:45 and we don’t have time for a real one. I mentally promise to start her laundry before we leave because Baby poop stains if it sits.
John is getting the boys dressed. I forgot to put out clothes but luckily the clothes they wore last week are still on their dresser so John thinks I put out clothes. Calling it a Win. By the time I have Tilly clean and re-dressed, John has the boys both dressed (ya he’s super dad) so we go to get ourselves ready. Tilly is rubbing her eyes and starts fussing because it’s nap time. We take turns holding her and bouncing while also somehow getting dressed. We head downstairs and I remember to tell John to grab Tilly’s hamper.
It’s 10:15. We will be late for church. Ugh. John makes us tea, I find socks and dress shoes and start getting the boys ready to go outside. William is complaining about his shoes. Henry won’t put his rain boots in the closet. I tell him FINE THEN THE DOG WILL PROBABLY EAT THEM AND THEN YOU WILL WISH YOU LISTENED TO MOMMY. And he pouts and says he is ready to listen now. * I will not lose my temper on the way to church.*
Did anyone feed the Dog? No? John goes to do it.
Tilly goes into her carseat and of course freaks out and won’t let me bend her. It’s takes 3 times longer than it should and I know she hates it but I am just trying to keep her safe *I will not lose my temper on the way to church*. John says he wants to take 2 cars because he has to run into town on the way home. I’m OK with this because he takes Henry. They go outside. I am equally happy (less people = less chaos and noise) and surprised (um I’m not ready to go yet!). William is entertaining Tilly in her car seat by playing peek a boo. Siblings Rock! I get the kids’ snacks, drinks and toys for church. I make sure I have enough diapers and a change of clothes of everyone that needs one. I make sure anything the dog could eat is out of his reach. I check all the doors to make sure they are locked. I turn on the alarm. Then remember I have to put Tilly’s laundry in! And I don’t have Shoes on! Or a coat! RUSH LIKE CRAZY instead of just turning the alarm off and then on again. I can beat it. and I do. Lock the door. Buckle the kids in and it’s 10:40am. Already 10 minutes late and we aren’t even there yet.
Tell me I’m not the only one!