Sunday, November 3, 2013

sunday's warriors

All hail Sunday!  

About 6 years ago when we were living in ATL and had a baby WonderGirl, there were a one or two Sundays a month where the husband had early meetings and I was left to get myself and the baby ready for church at 9:30. If his meeting got out early enough, he'd call to check up on me and see how I was doing. Sometimes when I was exceptionally overwhelmed, he would run home quickly and help gather things up and take us to church. Where we would sit in a row with his parents - 4 adults and one WG. Pretty even odds, actually. 

I thought about that briefly this morning while I ran around the house trying to round up this circus and get out of the door for church.  I sniggered. Oh, silly new-mommy Reva. One child?  9:30?  Helpful grandparents?  Ha, I say.  I haven't taken the same car to church with the husband in 4 years. Heck, I haven't sat with him in church for 2, and there are no sainted grandparents nearby. 

I know there are people out there who could totally show me up. But I'm not thinking about them. I AM sniggering at the Reva who struggled to get a baby and herself ready for church, where there were family members with available arms to help out. 

And you know what?  This isn't even as nutty as when we both had 7:30am meetings and still had to take 2 different cars. 

Here's to the Sunday Warriors!


Cathie said...

I can't remember the last time I was there for all three hours. Between pregnancy awfulness and new baby and husband's iffy health... I'm a Relief Society stranger.

Giggles said...

When our baby was one week old we went to one hour of church. When she was two weeks old we did all three hours. When she was three weeks old we were there for 6 hours between having to be there early and late for meetings. We decided that was where that trend stopped and didn't do 9 hours at four weeks old.

Jane said...

Time is the great leveler. I am so glad you are aware of how awesome you have become. And the law of exponential growth suggests that it will only get better. Imagine when WG is 14, how good you will be.
BTW: Tarzan and I take separate cars every week and haven't sat together in almost 10 years. No kids though, so it's just me to put together in the morning.

Anonymous said...

Great blog entry! Great growth afoot.
So many treasured experiences.
What I'd give to relive one of those treasured Sundays.
Glad you are enjoying and growing on your journey.

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