Sundays Are Hard

I am just going to say it. Sundays are hard. 1:00 church is right during nap. We have seven more Sundays until we switch to the 9:00 block and yes I have been counting down for awhile.  My son likes to throw things during church. He likes to make a run for the pulpit. A while ago he stole an old woman's walker and pushed it down the hall. He crawls under the benches. And over them.

But Sundays are also wonderful. Exhausting. But really wonderful.  We do the very best we can each week and it's all worth it. The time spent out in the halls, the tantrums thrown over not being allowed to play in the drinking fountain. It really is worth it.
And Sunday evenings are pretty great too. Especially ones spent watching movies from inside the teepee.