Church starts at 11 am. It has started at that time since January 1st. And yet for the last couple of days I’ve been confused into believing that Church starts at 9 am. I don’t know how it happened. But I repeatedly informed my visiting parents that church began at 9. This morning I set my alarm and got up at 7:30 so I could make breakfast and get everyone ready for church on time. I did that despite having insomnia that kept me awake until 1:30 am. I hauled everyone out of bed, fed them breakfast, and hustled to get them all ready for church. At 8:50 I had everyone, including my parents ready to head out the door. I went looking for Howard and found him wearing jeans, completely unready for church. That’s when it all unravelled.
Church starts at 11.
I just wish I’d realized it before I got up too early this morning.
I’m going to nap now.
See? Old people aren’t the only ones who can claim having a “Senior Moment”. 🙂
Try having church at 3-6pm. I’ve had SoccerGirl dressed for church and happy to go at 10am. Can we go to church yet? Um, not for another…5 hours… sorry.
Have a nice nap. After all that work getting everyone ready to go, you deserve it!
See? Old people aren’t the only ones who can claim having a “Senior Moment”. 🙂
Try having church at 3-6pm. I’ve had SoccerGirl dressed for church and happy to go at 10am. Can we go to church yet? Um, not for another…5 hours… sorry.
Have a nice nap. After all that work getting everyone ready to go, you deserve it!