It's hard to write this supposed amusing entry coming down from the fact that he just threw a light bulb acoss the playroom and it smashed all over everything.... However, with all the stress of dealing with Dad in the home, we haven't shared a lot of stories lately, so here goes....
Yesterday in church Sam asked me "how much longer". I was already stressed. Noah wasn't feeling well and was snoring loudly and putting my arm to sleep. well, actually beyond sleep- I was in pain.... I said, "Two more songs. Sam"
"Just two?"
"Well, two more out of the book. Two more out of here. not the little songs"
I must've confused him. There was a laul in the service, and Sam yells "Hey Pastor! How much longer?!"
It was worse then when Matt said "I hate Jesus" on Christmas Eve. Matt wasn't even 2 yet. Sam is 4 and a half. The congregation chuckled. I covered my face and kinda laughed although I think it was more shaking of pure humiliation. Tears sprung forth from my eyes like water guns. I took a breath. My arm really hurt. two more songs... two more songs....
When the last verse of the last hymn was sung and the music had subsided. We paused for a moment of silence. I always say a quick prayer then to get me through the week in one piece and out of the mental asylum. The Pastor was walking down the isle and stopped at our pew. In a loud stage whisper, he said, "Hey Sammy. We're done."
I said another prayer.
About Me
- calculuswoman
- Lanse, PA, United States
- I am a Christian wife, mother, teacher, friend and about 8 million other things. I enjoy camping with my family and love my job. I believe God put us on earth to live the dream. and only He knows how I try. I've been thrown a couple of curve balls in this life, but try to roll with the punches. I need to quit now before the overused cliche fairy zaps me.