Last week at church, I spoke to a friend, and we commiserated on church mornings being hard sometimes. And its very true. Sometimes, the day starts SO hard, or the sleep was SO rough, or the kids are NOT doing well, or the babies are NOT having it, or I have NOT washed my hair in weeks 😬 All hypothetical, of course… And sometimes, we still make it there! We really love going to church!!
But some days, all I want to do it stay home.
Its been a fighty, struggly time in our home. All normal stuff. Not all scary cancer stuff. Just, life stuff. But its hard. So getting everyone out the door when kids are less cooperative or thoughtful is just a huge challenge. And then the babies, who obviously need help getting themselves dressed and fed and ready 🤣 So when no one will help, it all falls to me. (NOT because Brady is unwilling! He just can only do so much on that home front without abs to hold him up) Its all doable, but by the end of getting everyone ready to go, and likely doing some arguing and refereeing along the way, I am finished and all I want to do is stay home. Not every Sunday. But some.
However! If I don’t go, no one goes. The kids can’t all fit in the minivan with Brady and his chair. And Brady can’t get into the bus himself.
And if we DO all get to church, I am oftentimes in the back, walking/rocking a baby that will not stay in the nursery without me. Not always. But sometimes.
Its a whole thing.
Anyway. Last night, this friend texted me and offered to drive the kids to church. Which. Was. AMAZING. She picked them up early for Sunday school even! So Brady and I had some quiet time before he left for church. I spent the morning with the babies. And we RESTED.
When Munchie Mix went down for a nap, it was like LD and Spoons just knew the vibe was different. Spoons played SO well, quite independently, coming and going with books for me to read. LD was in rare form, a total squish, who just wanted to sit with me and kiss me and shower me with affection 💜 It was incredibly sweet and soft and I just soaked it up. I accomplished next to nothing and I LOVED it.
I was so grateful for this break. I don’t want to sound like I don’t love church, because I truly really, really do. I LOVE going and being part of our community. I love sitting and listening and singing and being fed a little. Its a treat to get to church!
But let me tell you. It was a treat to be home, quiet, sitting peacefully with my three little ones, doing nothing but spending time 💜 What a gift this morning was.
We’ll be away for the next two Sundays, but I have no regrets. This was lovely, and I feel more prepared for the week ahead. It is a beautiful thing not to feel dead exhausted today.
Thank you, Lord, for thoughtful people who care about our family.