I love doing the Monday Listicles, but this week’s topic is 10 Great Things About Me and while I’m sure you can’t get enough of me, I ran out of things to say…at least for today. See my post as recent as Fridayand you’ll see what I mean.
So, instead I’m going to share what our Sunday mornings look like in the Hall House…
The sun rises.
Well, there’s problem number one. We only have sheer curtains over our windows and our bedroom faces east. Why haven’t we purchased any curtains? I’m cheap. In all my trips to Goodwill over the past three years I haven’t found any that match our green décor and don’t smell like an ashtray, so we’re stuck with the sheers. Until eventually Steve gets sick of waking up with the roosters and heads to JCPenney and buys something not on sale and with no coupons, ticking me off because he could have at least warned me so I could have waited for a sale.
While the sun rises, which is typically in unison with the kids rising, Steve and I start every Sunday morning the same way. With un-communicated expectations.
1) Leisurely sip my morning coffee while clipping coupons (that I’ll never use).
2) Steve makes breakfast, dresses the kids, brushes their teeth and gets them out the door for church.
1) Leisurely sip his morning coffee while reading the sports section.
2) Kate makes breakfast, dresses the kids, brushes their teeth and gets them out the door for church.
Breakfast is bagels, which Steve ends up toasting as I avoid eye contact with him and instead focus on my coupons and, over and over, repeat something to the effect of, “I’m going to save our family so much money with these coupons. We’ll be able to eat meat this week.”
Thirty minutes before church, our eight year old has two halves of a bagel still on his plate as he lays across two kitchen table chairs.
Me: Sheehan, you need to eat, we have to go to church.
Sheehan: What? You didn’t tell me I needed to eat.
My head implodes.
With restrained tempers, Steve and I, together, supervise the kid’s clothing choices (kind of), brush their teeth, and get out the door.
We arrive at church five minutes late, even though we live only three minutes away. I’m carrying the diaper bag on my back, notebook in my arm, my coffee that’s spitting hot lava out the mouth hole onto my hand holding it, Autumn’s hand in the other, and the boys are fighting over who gets to hold my elbow.
As we enter the building, the greeters take turns holding up their hands saying, “Gimme five!” to each of the kids. But my kids don’t take this as a greeting, this is a challenge. They put all of their body weight behind those high fives hoping to either leave a mark or completely knock the lady off her walker. I’m instantly mortified, smile an apology, and usher the kids through the door.
Steve drops Autumn off at her class and I take Sheehan to his. Josiah chooses to sit with us during the service because he’s holy like that. Or because he wants to watch the drummer and lay across the chairs freely drawing pictures of Angry Birds and himself playing drums, then ask me questions at conversation level during prayer time, and any of the other quietest times in the service, for everyone to hear. It could go either way.
I tell Josiah he can choose where we sit. “I’ll let you pick.”
“How about here?” he suggests.
“Really? So far in the back?”
He moves forward two rows, “How about here?”
“Really? So close to the front?”
We move back a row and shuffle in to our usual seats. They have our names on them and nobody else is supposed to sit in them until, low and behold, there’s a new person and wouldn’t you know it! They’re sitting in our seats! Don’t they know they’re supposed to sit in the back?
This is so long that I’ve split it into two parts. I’ll put part two up tomorrow. Steve said he thinks part two is even better, so come back to read it! Then if you like it, tweet it, FB like it, pin it, stumble upon it, google plus it, or whatever else is available in that Sharing is Caring line below (I’m not even sure if it works – why don’t you test it, then let me know if it worked in the comments. Everybody should test it. A couple times. Five times. At least.).
Click here for Part 2.
Click here for Part 2.