“Sundays are Hard”
Shortly after Ellie was born someone told me, “Sundays are hard.” When Ellie was a newborn and slept in my arms through church, it didn’t seem hard at all! When she no longer wanted to sleep in my arms and missed a nap, it seemed a little hard as she was missing a nap. When we started having to wake her from her nap to take her to church, that was inconvenient and seemed hard at the time (If you know me, I’m all about my schedule!) Looking back, I have to laugh because I had no idea what was coming!
Let me explain.
Get girls ready + try to get all dressed up at once with no major spit up on us
Arrive at church
Noah drops me and Ellie off and goes to park the car (it’s a bit of a walk from parking lot to church at our church)
Help Ellie walk up the stairs. Every week someone comments “Those stairs look pretty hard for her” or “She’s working hard at those stairs” (I want to respond by saying YES she is, and if you would’ve seen her 6 months ago when she was taking her first steps, you’d be proud of her too!)
Take Ellie to the bathroom
Bring Ellie to her class
Meet Noah at the door and unload Josie
Go into sanctuary with Josie
Take Josie out when she gets fussy
Feed Josie
Return to sanctuary with Josie to give her time to spit up (it happens EVERY feeding, I know the drill)
Get spit up all over
Go clean up Josie and myself
Take Josie to nursery
Go sit by Noah for the rest of the service
Do my best to FOCUS
Go get Ellie, take her to the bathroom
Pick up Josie from the nursery
Say hi to friends
Pack up
Noah goes to get the car and picks us up
Yes, Sundays ARE hard. But I'm grateful, and I truly have nothing to complain about. More than anything, I'm finding it pretty laughable that this is the definition of me "going to church" :)
Shortly after Ellie was born someone told me, “Sundays are hard.” When Ellie was a newborn and slept in my arms through church, it didn’t seem hard at all! When she no longer wanted to sleep in my arms and missed a nap, it seemed a little hard as she was missing a nap. When we started having to wake her from her nap to take her to church, that was inconvenient and seemed hard at the time (If you know me, I’m all about my schedule!) Looking back, I have to laugh because I had no idea what was coming!
Let me explain.
Get girls ready + try to get all dressed up at once with no major spit up on us
Arrive at church
Noah drops me and Ellie off and goes to park the car (it’s a bit of a walk from parking lot to church at our church)
Help Ellie walk up the stairs. Every week someone comments “Those stairs look pretty hard for her” or “She’s working hard at those stairs” (I want to respond by saying YES she is, and if you would’ve seen her 6 months ago when she was taking her first steps, you’d be proud of her too!)
Take Ellie to the bathroom
Bring Ellie to her class
Meet Noah at the door and unload Josie
Go into sanctuary with Josie
Take Josie out when she gets fussy
Feed Josie
Return to sanctuary with Josie to give her time to spit up (it happens EVERY feeding, I know the drill)
Get spit up all over
Go clean up Josie and myself
Take Josie to nursery
Go sit by Noah for the rest of the service
Do my best to FOCUS
Go get Ellie, take her to the bathroom
Pick up Josie from the nursery
Say hi to friends
Pack up
Noah goes to get the car and picks us up
Yes, Sundays ARE hard. But I'm grateful, and I truly have nothing to complain about. More than anything, I'm finding it pretty laughable that this is the definition of me "going to church" :)
