The Real World

I laughed yesterday as I read a blog post of a friend.  She joked about reading “mom blogs” and how most showcase “picture perfect” moments.  Kids smiling in pristine matching outfits, not a hair out of place perfectly positioned in beautiful clean houses with educational toys.  Rarely do we see anyone’s dirty laundry, so to speak.   Sometimes, we’ll catch a glimpse of the real world in anecdotal type stories meant for a laugh.  You know the ones.  I’ve written them a thousand times.  McCanless shouting out to Father Michael during church, “You don’t say Jesus Christ” is a good example.

I’ve tried to do my best to encapsulate both of their little personalities in this “mom blog,” but I’ll have to agree with my fellow mom blogger, most of the posts are definitely “the picture perfect moments.”  So, in an effort to post more of those “true-to-life” moments and being brutally honest, I’ll post about this Sunday morning…

Sunday, October 18, 2009

I didn’t set the alarm, so I woke up very late at 8:00.  (Mel, the girls and I stayed up late to watch our Gamecocks loose to Alabama, sadly.) I knew I had just over an hour to get all four of us up, fed, dressed and out the door.  I woke up the girls (who were laying beside me along with Emmie, the weinie dog, and Cole, the cat, who must have snuck in) and told them to wake up Daddy, who was in McCanless’ twin bed in her room down the hall.   He was doing breakfast today, like it or not.  I jumped in the shower, and noticed that we only had 3 towels left.  (I’ve got to do laundry today.) I started it last night during the game and only got so far as to sort it out on the kitchen floor…and there it remains still today.   McCanless had to wear too small tights, and Mary Clare had to wear too big Sunday shoes.  Nothing that a little stretching and a few cotton balls didn’t fix!  Mel was on the phone this morning forever with a political mentor, so he was running late and was no help to me after making a mess in the kitchen.  As he jumped in the shower and we waited, I grabbed my camera.

 

Mary Clare fled when she saw my camera and this is where I found her.

In attempts to get a cute Fall Sunday morning photo of my precious girls in their Sunday best (and matching at that), I begged her to come out…

…to no avail.  So, I told her she had to come out “right now” and this is the look I got.

One of the two cooperated.

“I’ll get a cute shot of the two of you in front of our beautiful church”  lets, go!  So, I left Mel,  still in the shower.

McCanless was fed up with photos by the time we got to St. Barts, so she ran inside to join her friends at Sunday School and this is how Mary Clare felt about photos in front of the church.  Mel ended up getting a call anyway, so he never made it to church.  Mary Clare decided to sing, “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” out loud during communion and slapped my face when I asked her to whisper.  McCanless didn’t have on panties but proceeded to hike up her dress and yank on her too small tights at the altar… also during communion.  We dropped the Bible, Mary Clare threw visitor pew cards and mini pencils and McCanless went missing for about 10 minutes during the service.  (Mind you, children are only in the service during communion, thankfully.)   Mel walks in about 5 minutes before the end of the service.    Ironically, the message was about forgiveness today….I think.

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