to wear on Sundays at church:
Though I drop off my kids
at Sunday school and at the nursery and rarey work in either
I do, in fact, do something around here
You can’t see it today -
it often happens late at night
after my 3 kids have gone to bed
when I should be in bed too.
It happens during 7-8 meetings a month, none of which are on a Sunday
these meeting times do not include planning time
or phone calls
or trips to make copies
or trips to the grocery store for food for above metioned events
or email replies
or the cooking time
none of this includes my husband’s time either
I feel some may perceive me to be apathetic or lazy or mooch-y. In reality, I am tired and want to throw in the towel. I give up, I give up, I give up! I give in, I give in, I give in! Days like today drive me to make a decision… Walk away and go to church in my jammies OR bore my kids to death by not letting them go into the nursery or Sunday school. If I choose the former, my kids will miss their connections (as will I). If I choose the latter, I run the risk of being asked to leave the service for having kids who are being too loud – an inevitable reality. I’d be fine having my kids with me, but I am not feeling that vibe from the outer world…
While I serve a God of grace, there is very little grace for mothers of young children where humans are concerned. If our kids’ demands and expectations and dissappointments don’t kills us – the expectations and demands and disappointments of “Man/Woman” will.
If it truly is survival of the fittest – I am done for. Blah.
Yesterday I skipped teaching because I found out at about 9 in the morning that my purse and diaper bag had been stolen. My husband chastised me for not informing someone I was going to skip. I didn’t care that much. My place got filled.
I know that even though you don’t teach the little kiddos, you still work hard at church. But it is hard, especially when you feel pressure from humans.
I will pray for you. It will be okay, even if it’s just me telling you. :)
My son was in tears, telling me he didn’t want to go to Sunday School. He wanted to stay in “big church” with me. I wish I could’ve let him. But I’m so worried about him being too loud (I can just hear him trying to talk to Daddy while Daddy is busy preaching) or disturbing other people. I know I’ll be expected to volunteer with teaching VBS this summer. But I don’t want to help out–I want to take advantage of the time I’ll have to myself while my boy is at the church! Sometimes, when it comes to what other people think and expect, I just want to say, screw it! Not a very Christian attitude, I know. Just being honest.
What about the possibility of pulling out of Iraq, letting Iran invade and lose resources fighting their own kind,
and then come in and mop up the dregs?