Sweet Sundays…

Nothing like a Sunday afternoon nap after church, especially with this view.

If I lay on my left side on my bed, this is my view.  Through the doorway, through the hall, through the playroom and into my sleeping babies’ room.

A closer peek…

…much needed after McCanless’ late night, last night.   After our own church service, I drove to another local church right down town, which is attended by many, many of our friends, by the way.  (If you recall, McCanless spent the night with her bestest pals Eliza and Jennie last night.)  I was to meet them in their church parking lot for the kid exchange.  I drove up and McCanless had on winter boots, the Sunday dress I packed and tangled, sweaty hair.  Okay, it could be worse, I thought.  At least she had on a dress, and she was probably just hot and sweaty from playing outside…at church…and the boots, oh well.    When McCanless saw that I was there to pick her up, she  immediately began to cry, to put it nicely.  She was an utter, blubbering mess.  I literally had to drag her to our car.  She did not want to leave Jennie and Eliza.  Her pals’ mom began to tell me that they had wonderful time and were all in bed by 10:30 (Yikes), except McCanless (Double Yikes) She just wouldn’t go to sleep.  I even left the t.v. on all night  for her.”  (Okay, so now I see the problem.)  Mom then tells me the “funniest story.”  “All of the girls stood up in front of church during a baptism, ran circles around the church squeeling and then just ran right out of church.”  (Tripple Yikes)  So it should probably be no surprise that not only is this one of the biggest churches in town, many of our THA families attend, AND it just so happens that Ms. Susie, her brand new 5K teacher is a member of the choir.  Needless to say, naps are mandatory today.  

 

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