My horrible, no good, very bad day!!

Blogs and facebook pages provide a glimpse into people's lives -- but what you must remember is that they are ONLY a glimpse. While I LOVE these modern modes of technological genius, I must express my concern that they can be deceptive. I, for one, tend to not blog about my horrible moments, my fears, or my difficult days. This is not because I do not have them. Friendships definitely cannot be based on, or made solely from, this form of communication. So, while enjoying the blogs of your friends and family don't forget to call them, have intentional conversations with them, and find out what is going on in their lives at their end of the information technology highway.

On that note, here is my Sunday.

My Horrible, no good, very bad DAY!!
Did you know that our house gets robbed every Saturday night? I am serious! For some reason the quiet intruder tends to always sneak away with my hair brush, Benjamin's socks, John William's shoes, Joshua's keys, my patience, and few happy hearts!!
What a vicious criminal. How dare he invade our home and create such chaos!
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Let's face it, Sunday mornings can sometimes be a bear! The kids' schedules were off and my internal clock was a bit shifted due to the ever-so-anticipated Daylight savings time change; how could a mere 60 minutes mess up our systems so much? At any cost, the morning began with two screaming children, two adults having trouble getting out of bed, and no coffee filters. NO COFFEE FILTERS!!! (That wretched thief must have stolen those too.) I am pretty much on my own getting the kids ready for church each week because one drawback of the life of a Pastor's wife includes lonely Sundays. The kids and I typically do quite well with our Sunday morning routine, but all bets were off on March 8th! I managed to get Joshua out the door in a some what timely manner with no jelly finger prints on his suit or milk kisses form baby John on his pant leg. Both boys cried their hearts out when Joshua left.

I successfully got Benjamin dressed without completely loosing my temper at his multiple questions, procrastinating antics, and whining about not being able to run around "nakie." While I was internally gloating about my great patience with BB, John William decided to play in the toilet, and though his intoxicating smile & joyful play in the nasty bowl water momentarily swaying my heart to laugh, I completely raised my voice (yelled) at him to stop it! He cried at the strong crescendo of my voice, sending Benjamin into a crying fit as well. My nerves were on edge! Oh, how I longed for a cup of coffee or simply a IV of Caffine.

Bag in hand, kids in tow, and keys found I headed for the garage. Oh wait, I forgot to get dressed! And it was only 9am....