On Sunday, we are typical family heading to church, or we put on a darn good act. In reality this is our Sunday, 7 a.m. our darling little gal walks in with monkey PJ's and cowboy boots on, holding her jacket. "You Awake Daddy, Hello, You Awake Daddy...I am....need get papers for mommy...HELLO." Daddy rumbles around for some clothes, stumbles into the bathroom. In the meantime a patter of feet goes through the kitchen, Daddy you dressed...you ready. Every so often you hear one sec, one sec or alright I am about done. Then a few minutes later you hear the door open and the car leaves to go get papers.
When they get back...my little gal announces..."Mommy, got papers, shall I get oupons out, I will help" This is the beginning of the non stop chatter to church. Between 7 a.m. until bout 8:45 a.m. it is a mad dash to get breakfast done which looks like a tornado hit the kitchen. Then we chase a girl down to get dress, tossing the dog outside and then trying to make a mental list if you are totally dress or not, which is a must. There has been a few times when I have walked out in my pj bottoms or two different pairs of shoes.
At 9 a.m. we are trying to find a lost shoe which has ended up in the dishwasher or the oven, locating keys that I have put up for someone not to get a hold of instead I have succeeded into not remembering where I put them. There is so many times we are so thankful just to arrive.
This past Sunday though my daughter and I were walking across the foyer and she stopped and tugged on my arm. I knelt down next to her and asked her, "what." She very quietly tells me that man's zipper is down. Oh man, what do you do or say to that. I knew fully well that if I didn't mention it, she would of announced it to the entire audience. So I quietly came up to the man and said, I am so sorry to bother you though my daughter just informed me your zipper is down. Let me tell you that is one time I really wish I could of just grabbed her and ran out of there...OH my Goodness.
After church we headed straight home for nap and dinner...nap is for everyone. Though I do have to say if you fall asleep before 2 year old be warned. I have woken up from a nap and was nose to nose with a plastic vicious looking t-rex which I was told needed cuddling. Let me tell you I don't think that little thing needed cuddling after I nearly had a heart attack and chucked it.
I still haven't figure out what a typical Sunday or any day is far as that goes. There is way to much fun around with our family.