What "A Day"

Well it's been "a day" (my code for a really crappy day!). It all started at 4:30 AM when Seth decided to cry and scream in his bed, (typically if he wakes he comes into our room quietly). But I went into his room to prevent him from waking up Isaac. The first round he refused to have any covers on, which tells me he will need my assistance again because I am afraid I've passed on some of my OCD to him and his covers have to be just right, --each corner in the corresponding corner of his bed, covering him just up to his shoulders.

Sure enough a few minutes later (just long enough to lull me into a false sense of security thinking I might just be able to fall back asleep) he is crying and screaming again saying "help, covers please" (maybe it's just me but "please" sort of looses it's polite appeal when it's being screamed). So round two consists of me covering him up "the right way" and going back to bed full well knowing I now have about 1 in a 100 chance of falling asleep before I have to wake up again to be ready for 8AM church. (I didn't by the way).

Dave had to be there by 7:30am since choir was singing today, and he was giving a talk. So all by my self (starting at 7:15am) I had to get me, Seth, Isaac, the diaper bag (who are we kidding-- more like the toy and snack back), and my primary lesson bag all packed and ready to walk out the door by 8am. Right about now I REALLY wish I could get the "Saturday is a special day. . . " song out of my head! Needless to say we were late and arrived in the middle of the Sacrament. We walked in and before I could grab him (picture me holding two bulging supply bags and a 14 month old in 3 inch heels), Seth was running into the chapel, with his arms up, saying "yea, church!" (at least he was positively enthusiastic, right!). I about died on the spot.

Side note this ward is not like our last ward where everyone has young kids, our demographic is definitely the minority! I didn't know what would cause the least amount of a scene, so as I stood watching Seth went to our usual spot, and started looking around since he didn't find Daddy sitting there like he thought he would. Dave was on the stand watching in horror, hoping he'd see me come around the corner any minute, but I stood froze in disbelief over what was happening. Some kind old man got a hold of Seth helped him take the water and then let him walk up to Dave on the stand. Meanwhile I was still in the lobby. I had two friends out there trying to comfort me, since I was on the verge of tears and was saying if I didn't laugh I was going to cry. And since Seth was my kid and not anyone else's the whole thing wasn't in the slightest bit funny and I cried! --Couldn't help it!

Well I gained composure and braved the walk into the chapel to a seat and to my dismay Dave was no longer on the stand. So I handed off Isaac and went to get Seth from him in the hall, cried again, and braved the walk back in --again! The meeting was pretty much at rock bottom so I can honestly say it did get better from there, thankfully!

Well the day's still young right and things can only get better! So send warm fuzzy thoughts my way, and I'll try to consider showing my face in church again, maybe!