Getting to church this morning was hard. Very hard. I didn't get as good a nights sleep as I needed, and had a difficult time waking up. I did get a shower, but I did not get breakfast. The kids objected at every turn. Thea didn't want to wear a dress, and then picked out an outfit that was stained. I had to send her back to pick something different, and she can't seem to do that on her own. I had to guide her through finding a different combination. Cirdan tried to choose shorts, and objected loudly when I told him he needed to wear pants, and again he could not find them on his own. When I told him he needed to work harder on putting his clean clothes away so they wouldn't end up in a pile on the floor, he denied responsibility. He was angry because he felt blamed for leaving his clothes out, and felt that was unfair. I, of course, felt at the end of my wits, and felt he was to blame for his clothes being on the floor. Meanwhile, Bram was crying inconsolably, and I still had to dress Jaden and Zoe. Solomon by the way was already at the church, because he was preaching, so I had to do all this by myself. The hardest part of it was knowing that this is the beginning of the rest of my life! Soon Solomon will be preaching almost every Sunday, and I will always be facing Sunday morning by myself. I have to admit that I am feeling fairly depressed about that right now.
My plans are, to work harder to create a Saturday night prep routine, that means that everyone has an approved outfit set out the night before so we can minimize the tantrums about clothing. I also have to include bathing the kids as a Saturday event. It's totally bringing up all my frustrating memories about my own childhood as a PK.
That said, church itself was very nice, and I got to hear Solomon preach a full sermon for the first time! He did a wonderful job and I enjoyed it very much.
Just for fun, here is Bram, napping as I sit writing this post.
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