Sunday mornings are by far the worst. This sunday we actually left for church at 9(it starts at 9).
It was a MAD DASH to get the boys in bed monday night, in time for me and John to watch Heros. More popcorn and smoothies.We are becoming wild party animals around here. If I had my choice, my power would be stopping the clock, so I could FINALLY make it somewhere on time.
And then there is the sprint to wednesday morning Bible study. This morning, we actually got ready with 10 minutes to spare. I leisurely clipped Ollie's nails(heaven forbid we be early), because it was going to be his first time in the nursery, and I did not want anyone to think he was neglected. Right on schedule, I backed out of the driveway, when I heard the rumbling of all rumblings exploding from Ollie's diaper. I just cannot win. I rushed him back into the house and thankfully, the diaper contained about 99.99% of the goo. With a little help from the tide-to go pen, we were back on the road in record time. Sadly, I was still a little late to Bible study. At least Ollie did great in the nursery!
From the rum look on Ollie's face, it's obvious that his coffee was decaf
Random Trivia(Something I read today about a study dedicated entirely to list-makers):
"50% admitted to writing down tasks they have already done, then triumphantly crossing them off. That way, they have a more complete picture of everything they’ve done, plus another opportunity to cross something off. It’s sort of insane how much we love crossing things off, huh?"