Sunday, April 12, 2009
Today was one of those Sundays. My children were lucky to make it out of church alive. I did, in fact, pinch a couple of them, hard. I shouldn't have, it wasn't a very Christlike thing to do and on Easter. I'm not exactly sure what happened to the Pelos today at church. It was like the pew had some naugtiness on it and it seeped into all of us while we sat. Even sweet Grace was fidgety and fussy. It was a good thing that I was giving a neighbor a ride because about halfway through the service I was ready to call it a day, I would have left if it weren't for needing to get her home. I wish I could blame it on a sugar high, but we called the Easter Bunny a couple years back and requested he visit us a day early. Maybe it was the crash after yesterday's sugar high? I ran to the nursing mothers' lounge (I typed that "cursing mothers' lounge" the first time - a very fitting typo, no?) to feed Grace and get myself together. Grace and I both fell fast asleep and woke up just in time for the 3rd hour. There is no real point to sharing this story, its just the confession of a grouchy, impatient mom who needed a little nap.