Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A sneak peek inside Wifey’s House
When Husband told me he wanted to attend sunrise service this Easter I was pleased – it’s such a beautiful affair – but dreaded the thought of getting everyone up, dressed and out the door, meltdown free, for 6 a.m. service. It didn’t help that my neighbor had a get-together the night before and the kids didn’t reach their beds until 11 p.m.
I know. (insert disapproving headshake here).
To my surprise both kids and Husband popped up smiling, ready for the candlelight service and the shrimp and grits breakfast that followed. Feeling relieved that my worst fears of bringing sleep-deprived children to church at the crack of dawn on the holiest day of the year didn’t come true, I settled into the pew – ready to hear the good word and say a few amen’s – so I’m sure you can imagine how horrified I felt when midway through the sermon I looked over at my kids and saw this …
Then this …
Yes, both of my children were knocked out, sleepin’ in sunrise service. I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or sneak out of the pew so I did what any respectable mother would do – I took pictures of them.
How about you? Have your children ever fallen asleep during an inappropriate time? What did you do? Mortified mamas want to know …
Winks & Smiles,