“We didn’t come last week,” a lady with lots of kids told me at church one Sunday before I had kids. “My husband was gone and sometimes it’s just easier, you know?”
Isaac has outgrown the nursery and for whatever reason freaks out at Training in the Pews (TIPs). He went once and cried the entire time. I walked him back the next week and he just lost it, clinging to me with real tears and begging to sit in church with Mom and Dad. O….k….. And he does pretty well. He stands, he sings, he sits, he listens…he wiggles, he wants to sit in my lap, he wants a snack, he wants to poke Dad. Eloise could go to the nursery, but she usually sleeps in my arms during the service.
So I haven’t taken both kids to church alone when Chris has watch or is underway. We hardly seem to go to church anyway with all the barf and snot in our house. I had no plan to go to church today (Chris has watch, kids have a little snot).
Then I realized it’s Palm Sunday. And that I am lame. So I put on my big girl pants (and by that I mean my new $7 skirt), got the kids dressed, changed Eloise into a different cute dress after she pooped on the first one, and loaded up into the car!
We got to church on time! We sat down without a fuss! I told Isaac I would not make it cozy to stay with me, so no snacks, juice, etc. unless he went to TIPs.