Have you ever had a Monday-ish Sunday? Meaning the day of the week is Sunday but you are struggling to get to your destination, kids aren’t cooperating, it’s not even 10 o’clock and everything that could go wrong is going wrong– so it has the Monday vibes.
Easy like Sunday morning, right? Wrong.
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We typically spend our Sunday mornings in our little country church as a family. Sunday school starts at 10 so that should make it easier than a normal school day, but why isn’t it?
Even when my husband is home and not working the weekend, we struggle to get out of the house with all four kids dressed, hair fixed, snacks packed, and diaper bag (#ad) restocked without snapping at the other. It’s so nice to have an extra pair of hands but sometimes it feels easier when he isn’t home to assist. That may be a little harsh, and maybe not 100% true, but let me explain our normal Sunday routine.
Change the kids’ clothes; pack snacks (#ad )(for my kids and my 20-year-old sister because she can’t be left out), drinks, diaper bag, and extra play clothes for post-church activities of choice. Nothing about this routine has changed in 6 years, except the number of children. The amount of micromanaging that takes place on Sunday mornings is almost painful and tensions run high.
I tell him it would be easier if I were a lesbian.
He says, that’s because the other woman would be able to read my mind and know what I need her to do.
I respond with the simple fact that, as a woman, she would know what needs to be done before we can walk out that door and would do it, rather than awaiting instructions.
It’s our banter. Our way to diffuse the situation at hand, however, it is true. But goodness, I love that man. I hate the weekends he has to be at work, rather than with us. And it may be a silent drive to church and take a good long sermon before we can kiss and make up, but we always do.
Another spin on Sunday mornings is when this mama has to get all four children to church flying solo.
I said earlier it may not be true that it’s easier when he isn’t home to help. Some days I feel like super mom. I’m up and dressed before any of them are out of bed, I have clothes laid out, snacks and clothes already packed the night before, and diaper bag and my purse are ready to be thrown in the car.
Yes, I did it!
However, there are the mornings where everyone has to poop right when we need to leave to make it on time. Seriously, synchronized pooping x4.
We get to Sunday school late, but I still feel accomplished because we are there.
Thank you, God.
I’m feeling pretty good until I look over and realize my oldest son, who is five and now dresses himself, has his jeans on backwards. Easy fix, no biggie.
I hand the baby off to my mom (oops, baby doesn’t have socks on, I’ll fix that when I get back) and we take a quick trip to the bathroom. We laugh and I tell him he still did a great job dressing himself.
Back to the pew and I am frantically searching for the pink, frilly socks I know I threw in my purse (#ad) before leaving the house. After emptying my purse, half the diaper bag, and our kids’ backpack I conclude I need to move on from the search. I just happened to find a pair of big sister’s socks (can you say miracle) so those will have to do. After folding them down several times, I realize they actually don’t look too bad. Except now her shoes, which she had almost outgrown, but I was trying to push her into for one more Sunday, no longer fit because of the extra material.
Glass half empty me: “Lord have mercy.”
Glass half full me: “Thank you Lord that she didn’t have to go barefoot.”
On the days where it seems like every step is a struggle and it is obvious that we just don’t have it all together, I pray and tell God I tried. I know he sees the little hiccups that seem like a big deal in the moment. I think He appreciates the journey and struggles that we take to get to church and uses them to teach us a little grace, a little humility, and a whole lot of patience.
Can you mama’s relate? I would love to hear from you! Drop a comment below or feel free to email me at justamomandherbonbons@gmail.com.
Happy Sunday! And God bless!