David leaves to go to church very (and I mean very) early on Sunday mornings.
That means that the very (and I mean very) spoiled Jennifer has to do all the work on Sunday mornings. Work that I normally have help with: diapers, dressing, feeding, etc.
I even have to make my own coffee, ya'll.
It's just not right.
Before I had kids, I managed to be on time to church - most Sundays.
After I had Avery, I typically ran about 15 minutes late to church, but could still squeak in for the last part of worship.
These days, I'm running about 30 minutes late for church.
This week, however, was a monumental week for me.
This week, I was only 20 minutes late for church.
I shaved 10 whole minutes off my time - not bad!
Maybe next week, we'll try for 18 minutes.
Baby steps, people.
My problem is that I never seem to plan for the inevitable problems that arise on Sunday mornings.
Trouble-shooting. I need to do more trouble-shooting.
In an effort to understand exactly where I'm getting tripped up, I thought I'd write out my typical morning routine and go from there.
Feed the kiddos
Drink 1/2 cup of coffee
Hear Charlie crying in the next room.
Say, "Hey - if he's screaming, it means he doesn't like what you are doing!"
Pray a quick, but fervent prayer that Charlie makes it through life with a crazy big sister.
Re-heat coffee. Again.
Change one or both of the kids out of pooped on/spit up on/colored on/food splattered on clothes and back into new clothes
Beg Avery to let me fix her hair
Tell Avery that she can't wear her Crocs with her smocked dress
Look for cell phone
Look for keys
Look for sippy cup
Pack diaper bag
Beg Avery to get in the car
Put Charlie in the carseat
Chase Avery down the driveway in THESE heels (church is the only place I get to wear them anymore - and I'm WEARING them)
Threaten to give Avery a spanking if she doesn't get in the car
Wrestle Avery into the carseat
Realize that I left the diaper bag in the house
Run through Itty Bitty House like a Mad Woman looking for diaper bag
Jump in the car
Listen to my CD player try in vain to eject the PENNY that was shoved into it a WEEK ago.
Try to explain to Avery that we can't listen to her Raffi CD because she put a PENNY into the CD player
Put my makeup on in the car
Drink last sip of cold coffee.
Try to find a parking spot in packed parking lot
Look for an available spot in the Senior Adult parking section (so naughty!)
Realize that someone else already had that idea (so naughty!)
Head to the back of the parking lot. Where the late losers park.
Make my own parking spot
Finish putting makeup on.
Strap on the sling
Try to shove my chubby monkey boy into the sling
Grab Bible, bags, and Avery
Try to convince Avery to walk on her own
Listen to Avery scream to be held
Sigh and carry her and Charlie at the same time
Make the one meellion mile trek to the church (in my pretty heels) from the back of the parking lot where I finally
Walk in very (and I mean very) late to church looking like this:
and feeling like this:
SO - any clue where the problem is?
And don't even think of suggesting that I wear tennis shoes with my skirt - cause that 'aint even happening.
If I have to wear my "big girl pants", I'm going to have on pretty shoes too.