I remember being little and having to get ready for Church on Sunday morning and not enjoying the ritual. I had three older brothers who really did not want to go to Church on a Sunday morning, and I joined in with their complaints mostly because they were much older than me, and I just did everything they did.
Now that I am older and have kids I have come to the conclusion that every kid (at least all the kids in my family)does not like having to get ready for church. They are really put out by it, and I am not quite sure why. Maybe it is because it is Sunday morning, a weekend for goodness sake, and they do not want to have to get up and get dressed on Sunday. Maybe it is the clothes that must be worn to church. Maybe it is in the kid’s code book that they must make Sunday morning as difficult as possible for the adults or else they have failed at being a kid. Whatever it is, Sunday mornings are always an adventure around here.
Finally it was time to go. Tru got up and allowed me to take a picture of him with his Grandma. Aren’t they cute?
Finally he was ready with his shoes on waiting for everyone else. Then my mom and the twins got out.
And what about me? Why do I look forward to Sunday morning so much? Because my mom takes the kids to church most Sundays, and I get two hours of complete peace and quiet. Two glorious hours all to myself, and I love it. It makes the crazy morning, the kids turning my home into complete chaos, worth it.