you know the drill.

sunday comes,
you have an outfit in mind, for once.
you sleep the perfect amount, for once.
not too late, but plenty of time to get it all done.

my better half woke me up showered and dressed,
ready to be dad while i got ready for 8:30 church.

after everything else, i searched for my outfit in my mind,
happy to know i would be early for the second week in a row to our new ward.
and naturally, the skirt i needed to wear, had to wear, was lost.


you and i both know i could have scrapped it and found something else,
but it wasn’t the plan. so i kept looking.
after 4 times through the closet, cc came and found it in seconds,
right where i had looked, 4 times.

and with baby dressed and fed and bag packed ready to go, it was me, my skirt, and my stubborness that made me late.

unfortunately, being late often throws a wet towel on the day.
i’m ticked, though i know it’s my fault.

rush into church, sit down with a loud child.
child stays loud.

hour 2:
get to class when all the chairs are full
due to the diaper change from satan’s closet…
they set some chairs up in front, facing the class…
{um… me?  and my 1-yr old? ok….}

5 minutes later, we’re back in the hall….

and though stressful, and often times so distracting that we don’t hear a word said,
i’m so glad to be there.