Sunday Morning

I am convinced that the more time you give us on Sunday morning to get ready for church (which in our case now is the whole morning), the more opportunity we have for disasters. This morning we had our share. From the Shamu show that drenched the bathroom floor to the raw egg splattered on the newly cleaned carpets, our children were in rare form. By the time 1:30 rolled around, I was just about ready to call it quits, but off we went to church anyway. Three hours later, the 3 Book of Mormon talks, a 1st Nephi and a marriage lesson had soothed the savage beast and I was much kinder, gentler Papa. I am now convinced that Sunday mornings are just a test to see who it is that really needs to be in church. I pass the test (or don’t pass it, however you see it) — I need to be there.

Posted by: Creig | 01-27-2008 | 09:01 AM
Posted in: Family