Ever since Joel got called into the Bishopric, my Sundays have been crazy. I have been really thankful that we have church at 1:00 pm, because it gives me plenty of time to get the kids breakfasted, bathed, dried, dressed, curled and cutified before I get into the shower myself.
But last Sunday made me realize that perhaps I have been doing everything completely backwards. It is a dangerous thing to leave three little girls who are completely ready for church unsupervised while you take a shower. All was well when I got into the shower: They were playing quietly in a bedroom where I had told Bria to keep an eye on Sophia and make sure she didn't get herself into any mischief, and headed off into the bathroom.
When I got out of the shower, I was brushing my teeth when I started to feel that little niggling feeling in the back of my mind that something might be wrong. You know, the one they tend to call "Mother's Intuition?" So, I went into the bedroom to check on the girls. At first glance, all seemed to be fine. Bria and Chloe were playing Barbies on one bed, and Sophia was involved with some toy on the other one.
But then I looked closer at the alleged toy that Sophie was playing with. As it turns out, it was not a toy at all, but a can of chocolate frosting from the fridge. There was chocolate all over Chloe's Little Mermaid bedspread, and quite a bit on the floor. More distressing was the large amounts of chocolate all over Sophia's face, hair and clothing.
So, I did what I had to do, I lugged her into her room (half dressed and with a towel turban on my head) and gave her a good and quick wiping down with half a box of baby wipes. She was extremely unhappy with me, but there was just no time to bathe her again if I expected to get myself ready, and besides, nobody bats an eye at a slightly disheveled two year old. A slightly disheveled 34 year old is another story entirely.
So, the thought of switching to the early hour of church sends me into a downright panic. Obviously, the girls will have to have their baths the night before. But I'm still going to have to get up at the crack of dawn in order to make it to church on time! Especially since Joel just informed me that his meetings will start at 6:00 am every week.
Sigh. What a fun year this will be.