This morning started out a little gloomy both literally and figuratively. I was still very tired when I woke up and among other things the icing on the cake was when I accidently turned the diaper sprayer nozzle around backwards so that it sprayed high power water directly into my face. This was before 7 a.m. and before my first cup of coffee. Not good.
But in spite of it all, we made it to church on time. We didn't miss the first worship song like we've done so often in the past couple months. And the sermon was on 1 Peter 1:3-8 and was fabulous as well. And when the "family number" came across the screen, it wasn't us... thank goodness. They don't post the family numbers up very often, and when they do it is normally a big case of throw up or something equally as urgent. This hasn't ever happened to us (though we have dubbed Emily the "public puker" from past experiences) but for some reason my heart always jumps in to my throat until I can process long enough to know it isn't our number being displayed. Funny thing, those family numbers!
We had a lovely lunch at Panera, and then ran off to run a couple of errands. I'm looking for boy/girl matching outfits for the twins' baby dedication on Oct. 11. You would think this would be easy, but it is surprisingly hard! I wish I could sew!
Anyhow, Sundays are funny days. They start out with the newspaper and coffee and most times a big tray of hot biscuits. Very relaxing. And then the day progresses into a jump start for the next week as Scott prepares lesson plans, and I prepare our home for the following week's events. We always get to bed later than expected. Wouldn't it be nice if we could dub Sunday as fully a day of rest?