Sunday mornings aren’t always the best around here. What usually happens is that Jeremy and I lie in bed for as long as possible (usually until we start to worry that one of the kids is going to pee in the bed if we don’t get them up and take them to the bathroom). Then we start the mad dash to get everyone up, fed, cleaned and dressed (ourselves included) which usually means we end up grabbing donuts and gas station coffee on the way to church, where we walk in miserably late.
And usually I’m a mess of nerves, not very fun to be around, and generally snappish. It’s a horrible way to start the day, but for some reason we let the same scenario play out every single Sunday without trying to change much.
This morning was different, though.