Church on Sunday was an absolute joke. It was one of those mornings where no matter how many times I *snapped* my fingers at the kids, the chaos continued. It started out by S yelling at J during the sacrament prayer that she needed her lipgloss. Lovely. The boys were having thumb wars, little g flat out has ants in his pants at all times, the kids were talking and laughing and then to top it all off, S yells from the other end of the bench, "There's something in my bum bum!" That's when absolute horror struck and without even realizing what I was doing, I somewhat yelled out, "Oh my heck!" At that point I signaled for her to come down to me. She said it again and I forced myself to giggle knowing that there were half the wards heads looking our direction. I passed her on to D as he is the one on the aisle and commanded him to take her out and see what in the world was going on. I never did ask. Finally, relief came. I got to leave the chaos and accompany someone on the piano. I was so tempted to abandon my family for the next fifteen minutes but the golden rule popped into my head and I returned to the crazy bench. As soon as the hour was over, I made an announcement to all those sitting around us that I was sorry for the circus. I mean we always put one on, but that was a circus that we could have charged admission for.
We're off to a great Spring Break start.
*My mom suggested a new item to be thrown into my purse for Sundays. I think it's perfect.
ITP-a year later
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