You know the feeling of chaos on Sunday morning as you scramble to get everyone cleaned, fed, dressed and ready for church? Does your house always look like a bomb went off with clothes, food, and stuff EVERYWHERE? Does it seem as though you never eat a 'real' breakfast instead it's usually yogurt, bread, pop tarts, cold cereal, or whatever you can find that doesn't take more than 5 minutes to prepare and eat? And it never seems to matter what time church is, because you're never quite ready when it's actually time to head out the door, there's always one more thing you forgot to grab that you have to run back in for when you should be pulling out of the driveway. Well, if this isn't you - I am so very jealous - if it is, then I feel your pain.
I don't like to spend a lot of time cleaning up on Sunday because the weekends are my time to spend hanging out with Joe and the kids. So, by the time we get home from church on Sunday, my house looks like a disaster. Except, however, for this past Sunday.
Last Wednesday, Joe had to make plans to be in AZ for a conference over the weekend. His flight didn't come in until 2pm on Sunday. This meant I got the privilege of getting all five of the kids ready for church by 11am, which as I said before, is a daunting task for both Joe and I together most weeks...I was not very enthusiastic about the opportunity.
I got out of bed at 8:20am (which felt like sleeping in) because I had acquired three bunk mates and it was no longer a restful place to be. We made oatmeal with fruit and rolls for breakfast, it was a breakfast of champions! I had all 4 boys shower while I did Ali's hair. The kids were dressed, hair combed, their rooms cleaned up and were watching a movie in the toy room by 9:30am. That left me over an hour to shower, dress, do my own hair (which I even had time to curl), and I managed to run through two loads of laundry for good measure. The house was all picked up and we were out the door at ten minutes to 11.
Now, I hate to say that Joe is the weak link here, but Joe is the weak link. I know that isn't really true, but I also know that I will stay in my warm bed longer if Joe is next to me rather than three very squirmy, loud children. So, whether he means to be or not, it does seem that Joe's presence forces me to be lazy and try to sleep in and inevitably arrive late to church. Perhaps we should have him sleep in the spare bedroom on Saturday nights... ;)
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ah ha! the link has been discovered!
yeah we can't get out the door either... and we've only got one. so i'm hoping to master the trick now because i don't think it's going to get any easier!
how was your doc appt?
I think it is also a fear of having to do it all by yourself that really helps you think it thru and get things done "more efficiently." That's at least been my experience once or twice.
Wow! I wish I could stay in bed til even 8 on ANY given day and I would be one happy mama!! But I don't complain since both my kids are in bed by 7pm at the latest :) And I surely hope that some day I can have a Sunday like you just experienced....I think I'll send my husband away for the weekend :)
And congrats on baby #6! And to think I was starting to catch up to you..... :)
haha, i LOVE this post....I feel the same way when Shon is home, especially in the summers when he is off...my house is ALWAYS a mess and we are almost NEVER organized...at all....so I blame him, but in a good way, because it is because I just want to play and do fun stuff and be with him and the kids, rather then clean the house, etc. Plus I think when they arent around, at least for me, I want to clean the house, have the kids ready, have me ready, be organized, etc, all for him....to make him happy!
I'll play xbox with the kids and sleep on the couch, solve problem?
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