And on the 7th day...

I remember when Sunday was a day of rest. I would go to church, maybe have a couple of meetings, and spend the rest of the day spiritually uplifting myself - reading the scriptures, the Ensign, writing letters, writing in my journal...

Now it's just - I don't even know what it is. It's almost like if the government really cracks down on the whole waterboarding thing, they could make terrorists take small children to church during the 1-4 block when all they want is to be sleeping and all you want is to be anywhere but there with said children. That, or they could make them try to potty train Emma, but that's a whole other story.

Today I got out of church before Jonny, so I went to get Emma out of the nursery. I already had Matthew in the carseat and the diaper bag and my purse. Then they gave me the "treat bucket" for next week so I'm also carrying that and then Emma threw herself on the ground in the hall and started crying hysterically (no nap, you see?). She didn't want to go home. So I'm dragging her down the hall by the hand, trying not to hurt her or look like an abusive parent, which I was actually getting close to becoming. Fortunately Jonny heard her screaming and left his class to come help me. Hooray for the fact that we only have one more week until we change to 9-12 church!