Well, I had my first teenager moment. We were getting ready for church, and it was a good day. I define a good day as one in which I don't need to wake up everyone 17 times and then do the head-spinning mommy moment where I wonder why I even try to get to church on time.
Some mornings are better than others. This was a great one. Kids were showered, eating breakfast, had their scriptures and shoes by the front door. I had time to put on my makeup, and then walk to the front door. "Kids, let's go!" (you can hear the melody in my voice). Kids got their shoes on, and then I counted in my head, "One, two three." OK--we're good to go. Wait. One, two, three. But I have four kids! One.. two.. three. There's still just 3. I went racing into the bedroom, and there was a lump in bed. We were going to be late. I went from serene to psychotic in 1/2 second flat. However we did make it to church in time for a very abbreviated prelude.
Oh, and the child? It was Joshua.
Monday, December 8, 2008
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2 comments:
hahahaha! sounds like something i would do! i love sleeping...probably a little too much.
we miss you all and hearing about all your crazy adventures! thank goodness for the blogging world!
i was thinking the other day about my obsession with michael jackson in that game apples to apples and started dying of laughter! im such a weirdo...but who can resist a plastic pointed nose? i know i cant.
It was Josh? Hahaha! That is funny! If anyone he would probably be the easiest to get ready "pronto."
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