A Day of Rest.

Well, today was comical. To the point of complete exhaustion, comical. Sunday's are not my favorite day as a mom. I think I used to like Sunday's and I think I might like them again someday. But for now I strongly dislike them. I will refrain from hating them, because I might get struck down by lightning if I were to say that. So for now, I strongly dislike.

Today was especially exhausting. My girls haven't napped or slept really well in weeks, the baby isn't going to bed until sometime after midnight and I am just tired. But I told myself I would make it to church today, ALL of church. So I took my shower, put on make-up (which seems to be happening less and less often lately) and got ready. However, that isn't enough for a mom. Not with 3 little ones anyway. I then had to chase down two little girls, fix their hair, find their dresses, tights, shoes ect. In all of that taking multiple breaks to feed a baby, change a baby and put a baby down for naps. (Oh and I think I also forgot to mention Lucy has decided to be a big girl this week and we are in the middle of potty training her... which really means training ME) Then I had to entertain the little girls who were bored and becoming destructive. (Did I mention how tired I already was?) Luckily paper and pencils did the trick. But then I had to find them all food (again) with just enough time to eat a couple bites of food myself before the baby cried (again). So already pushing time I made the decision to get the family to church before feeding the baby, otherwise everyone would be late for their classes. So he (the baby) cried, a lot, while we shuffled off to church (late). Dallan had to drop us off at the curb for lack of parking, and so me and the three kids (one screaming and two with dirty faces) ran into church (I mean, walked oh so reverently...) where I gave a quick wet wipe to each of the dirty faces and sent them to class while I hurried off to the mother's lounge with a screaming baby. I made it in to Relief Society for the closing song. That was nice. Now time to take Lucy to the bathroom.

Our Sacrament Meeting is last, and I was asked to say the invocation for the meeting, which I foolishly thought would work. However in the shuffle of girls needing to go to the bathroom and getting to the chapel, Matthew decided it was time to eat again. So Dallan held the screaming baby out in the foyer until I had said the prayer and then without pausing from the pulpit, off I went to the mothers lounge. 30 minutes later I rejoined my family, when Lucy requested to use the restrooms. So up I was again. Finally thinking I could sit and enjoy the meeting with my family, Lucy realized she had unfinished business and needed more time on the potty. Ugh! And this time it involved a pants clean up and excited declarations of success from her while she was sitting in her stall. By the time she was done, the meeting was near done, but when we got back to the pew I was handed Matthew who had decided he wanted a turn getting his pants changed. Off I went AGAIN to the bathrooms, where upon removing the boys diaper he started pooping all over the changing pad.

And that was church today. Followed by no naps. The phrase "a day of rest" must be referring to some other group of people. Cause it sure ain't one here.