So, I had a post scheduled to go out this afternoon. It was originally at the bottom of the 6 month post, but it was getting WAY too long, so I made it it's own separate post. It would have been quite appropriate had TODAY gone as normal - well as normal as Sunday could be. So, allow me to interrupt this post for a short, delightful story (can you sense my sarcasm?).
Justin left early this morning for Atlanta to attend a convention. He'll be back later this afternoon. So, I was pretty much getting Hayes ready for church by myself. I spent 20 minutes ironing all of our clothes and Hayes was unually fussy. I guess he was sleepy because it was nearing his naptime, but I was putting him off until we left so he would sleep at church. Hayes is spending the afternoon at his Emmy's so I had to load up lots of extra stuff (food, clothes, toys, diapers, etc.) for his afternoon of fun. After everything was loaded, I looked around for the carseat so I could strap in my most precious cargo. I looked all over for it, but it was nowhere to be found. Turns out it was in his daddy's car and Daddy was halfway to Atlanta for a conference. Awesome. Hayes was letting me know he was beyond ready for a nap, so I put him in his bed and went on the great search for a carseat to borrow. Luckily, I quickly found one from Amy next door, but it was obvious that Hayes and I were not going to make it to worship. Sad.
So, on to the post I had originally scheduled to post today!
Sundays are tough for us in the schedule department. At our church, Sunday school is at 9:00 and worship is at 10:00. Because that falls right in the middle of Hayes' nap time, he usually misses his nap and we end up feeding him in church because he's awake and fussy. We usually have lunch after church and get home around 1:00 because I have to be at work. By this point he is off schedule with eating AND napping and we never know what to do. Feed him, then put him down? Put him down, then feed him? He will get fed and he will take a nap, just not sure which order. I rush home around 5:30 and then we're off to our small group Bible study which starts at 6:00. I will feed him dinner while we're there. I've been brave recently and have fed him baby food, but I usually do a bottle because it's so much less messy. Sundays are one of those days when he might get an extra bottle in the evening, and he never gets the "bath, books, songs, prayers before bed" part of the routine because we're out too late. I usually just tell him how much God loves him and how much Mommy and Daddy love him as I'm putting him in his bed.
So, how do you other Moms handle Sundays? Are they just as weird as ours?