So ends anther Sunday. And for many mothers in the LDS faith/culture, we are breathing a sigh of relief. I for one find the "day of rest" to be the hardest day of the week. Because of this I have to make a real effort to remember this is worth it.
This morning was the typical rush to get breakfast and lunch doled out at the same time to various shifts of people depending on where they were in their morning wake up routine, and also thawing a roast to go in the crock pot for dinner when we arrive home from our 1-4 PM church block. It was the usual fight over the 2 bathtubs for 5 people (you would think that would be enough), the search for black socks, and orders to brush your teeth, and straighten your tie. It was of course me, who was the last one out the door with a tube of lipstick in my hands to apply as we drive to the meetinghouse.
And on my way out of my bedroom I stepped on something sharp (as my shoes were in my hands).
And when I looked down it was a child's CTR ring. Pointy side of the shield up.
It is a good thing I Chose the Right in not uttering the expletive I was thinking.
It is the Sabbath, of course.
My day of rest.
Sigh.
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3 comments:
Oh Sundays. Gotta love 'em. Way to go on not cursing out the CTR left on the floor!
Sunday's are the craziest day of the week here too. And I am always the last one ready and out the door too, I wonder why that is!
I struggle with Sundays, too. I keep reminding myself that Satan is just trying to ruin my day, but he sure does a good job.
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