Any Given Sunday

Actually on any given day, there can be excitement of some kind in our household. There just seemed to be way too much of it goin on with Carter the Sunday after Christmas!

We were late to my parents sacrament meeting because I had to take Benn to the airport and get the kids all ready for church by myself. Benn actually helps out a ton Sunday mornings. He is the one that irons the boys shirts, pants, and anything else for that matter. Benn also gets the kids fed and the church bag ready to go. This is all done while I am upstairs trying to get spiritual and pretty in preparation for 3 hours of church. Anyways, so we were late. We had to split up since there were not five seats together. My mom and Kamryn took the two seats in the back row of the overflow and Mase, Carter and I sat a row ahead towards the middle. Why can't people move towards the center when someone is late? This way there wouldn't be such a scene when I am coming in with two boys who don't want to be at church! And this would be helpful for the scene we make later in my story.

Well, we finally got settled into church and I was enjoying a talk from a guy that I remember as a boy who left my primary class to walk home cause he didn't like my lesson, way back when Benn and I lived in my parents basement for a summer. Suddenly I am aware of a very large black fly amongst the congregation. I am saying to myself, "please don't let carter see it. please don't let carter see it." For some reason Carter has overcome his fear of dogs and replaced it with flies. Go figure! I am actually surprised that Carter didn't see the fly for such a long time, being that it was HUGE! But when he finally did, Carter very loudly exclaimed his fright for this huge fly. I would've been scared too, but I have the sense to squash my fear and dodge the fly by waving my arm around. Well, Carter stood up and started to wave both arms around while making it known that he was not a fly lover. I tried to usher him out quietly, but he was trying to duck and dodge the fly the best he could. I think the people around us thought that I had a kid who was having a seizure. That is what it felt like I was dealing with. I had to wrap my arms around his arms so he wouldn't hit the man next to us and the lady in front of us, while trying to coax him to move his feet forward so we could exit the isle. Oh-my-gosh! I was so dying inside, but at the same time, it was so funny! Needless to say, Carter would not go back inside the chapel for the meeting. My sweet mom stayed out in the foyer with him.

After the meeting, Carter was adamant about going back to Nana and Pa's house. He wouldn't go to primary with Kamryn and sit with the neighborhood kids. So what am I to do but walk back home with him. But, before we left the building we ran into one of my mom's good friends, Joyce. Carter saw her and didn't think twice about saying, "You're a Grandma!" and then proceeding to ask how old she was. Joyce politely chuckled and said that she was a little older than his grandma and yes, indeed she was a grandma. Of course Carter couldn't leave it at that. He has Joyce laughing and getting some attention from this cute grandma. "Are you gonna die soon?" was the next question Carter had for Joyce and I think this actually shocked her a bit. At this point my mom walks around the corner with mouth wide open. I thought it was quite funny, but I'm not Joyce, the 70ish grandma who may die soon. My mom and Joyce laughed, but I'm sure there is a hit out for Carter now. He better watch his back when he goes to visit Nana from now on.

Fast forward 90 minutes. I am on the computer upstairs in my parents home, when I hear my mom, kamryn and a very disturbed Mason coming through the garage door. Mason was crying and upset, so I ran downstairs to see what the matter was. My mom looked a little disheveled and matter of factly said to me, "If I were you, I'd be insane!" I couldn't help but laugh and tell her that that was the nicest thing she had ever said to me. You've go to understand... this is coming from my mom who has doens't have a mean bone in her body. She has patience like none other. We used to laugh about how mom could not raise her voice even if she wanted to. Now someone knows my pain and why I don't sound all that happy on the phone when she calls, and why I speak to my kids so "sharply" at times. My mom had tried to get Mason to go home with her. He didn't want to leave nursery despite not wanting to go to church at all. He didn't want to leave nursery with my mom. He didn't want my mom to get him into her car. He didn't want my mom to get him out of the car. And so on. You get the picture. I just have to laugh at the reality of my life and know that it will never be boring. That is for certain!!!