But today was not. My goodness, it was not. Today was the first day our ward time switched to 2 pm. It was at noon for the last long time and we thought noon was a bad time. Our mornings have always gone like this: wake up, have breakfast, I work on my calling, take showers, get dressed, put Taryn down for her nap, go to choir while Keara and Daddy play, come home, grab some snacks for lunch, wake Taryn up from her nap, and leave by 11:35 to get to church in time to maybe snag a bench seat. Then, at church, Taryn is hungry, Keara is hungry, I'm hungry, and we're all ready for our afternoon naps by the second hour. Taryn squirms the entire block and only Keara and I get a peaceful second and third hour while Braden tries to keep Taryn from yelling or running away. After church, we'd have a snack, put Taryn down for her much begged for nap, put Keara in her room for quiet time while I crashed on the couch, avoiding making dinner. The rest of the night would be quiet, just playing, eating, and then going to bed.
After the fiasco church at noon was, we knew church at 2 would be far worse in some ways, but far better in others. Better because we'd have more time in the mornings. But last night we had a great time at our friends house playing games and talking until 10:45, during which all children fell asleep...except Keara. She just doesn't go to bed at other people's houses. Thankfully she's pleasant the whole time, and would be (if we let her) until 2 in the morning before she passed out from exhaustion. So she finally got to bed around 11pm, 3 hours past her bedtime. And she woke up at 8:15 am, which is when she normally gets up. But we could tell immediately that she was still tired. So the morning was bad. I take that back. Breakfast was great. Braden made a yummy breakfast for all of us and it was delicious. I worked on my plan for primary and was so pleased with it when I realized that I had just planned something we're not even doing. So scratch that whole thing. I went to choir, which was great, and Braden and Keara played and even cleaned the house. But the next couple hours, which dragged by waiting for 1:30 to come so we could leave, were not good. Keara spent quite a bit of time crying in her room while our moods turned sour. Taryn slept until lunch which we were able to eat as a family for the first time since moving to Queen Creek.
Finally, we left for church, with Keara not having made a single good choice in a few hours and Taryn deciding that she was NOT going to be good before we had even made it thru the doors. So Sacrament meeting was spent mostly in the hall with Taryn while who knows what Keara did in the chapel. All I know is that Braden had HAD it with her by the end. I was grateful to go to primary, though I was SO tired. At this point, it was 3:20 and that means nap time for me and the girls. And we all needed it today. But no. Keara went to class and was finally able to play. Taryn delighted her dad with not one, but TWO messy diapers within a half hour of each other. When church was over, we were all ready.
With us all being tired and hungry, I was ready for dinner. I had started our roast in the crock pot in the morning and was ready for mashed potatoes, gravy, and delicious roast. But Braden's home teaching companion had scheduled a visit with a family at 6 pm, 35 minutes after we got home, which was NOT enough time to make mashed potatoes, feed, and be done before he left. So, the girls and I snacked on Kix and apples until 7, when we could finally eat. At this point, Taryn is exhausted and starving and Keara is so tired she is wild. For the first time in the day, our family was quiet as we all got to eat. And it was good. But it was over quickly enough and finally it was bedtime. Poor Taryn almost thanked me for putting her in her crib. Keara is fighting Braden right now, but I know as soon as she gets in her bed, she'll fall asleep. She is so tired. I can hardly sit up, I'm so tired and Braden is readyfor the day to be done.
Do you think next Sunday will be better? At least we will NOT be keeping Keara up until 11pm.
6 comments:
I sure hope next Sunday is better for you!! Just reading about it wore me out!!
oh man. I don't envy 2pm church. but then again... ours starts at 9am -- and Cam has meetings before.
NO FUN.
We have church at 2pm as well. I'm not a fan!
That Sunday sounds very familiar... I don't know if this would work for your girls, but when we had late church we would leave really early and then DRIVE. We would drive until all the kids were asleep. It was kind of emberrassing because we would have to sit on a long bench because the kids would all be laying asleep on it. So it looked like just Gregg and I were sitting there, but then as you got closer, you could see all the children sprawled out asleep on the bench. I loved it because Gregg and I could just sit and listen. We grew to LOVE the late church time.
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