Shortly after I posted last night's post, Builder Boy began screaming in his bed. Racing up the stairs, I anticipated the latest in a string of emergencies...crooked socks, a lost toy, the forgotten cup of water. When I reached him, he was sobbing his heart out, kneeling by his bed.
"Buddy," I said kneeling next to him, "What's the matter????"
"Mama, YOU forgot to go to church in the night!!!!"
Yes, folks, we did not go to church this weekend. After four days of a nasty sinus infection, insomnia and daylight savings, Mama was not fit to go to church. Builder Boy, a normally energetic and spirited child (please read this as a politically correct way of saying what a huge nightmare he is in church), does not like going to church. I have long given up attempting to get him "dressed up" for church. If we can wrestle him into a pair of khaki army pants, it's a good day. I allow him to take a quiet toy and I always have fruit snacks in my purse. While I generally disapprove of these things in church, it's either that or we don't go for awhile. So, toys and snacks it is. When Builder Boy realized on Sunday that we were not going to church, he was very upset. We told him that if we were feeling up to it, we might try our Sunday evening mass, but that did not happen. Initially, we thought he was upset was because our Sunday mass is always followed with breakfast out, usually at Crac.ker Bar.rel and it's large selection of toys.
But last night, as I calmed him down, he told me he missed the stories that "that guy sings." What?! You mean you were listening? Whoa!!! So, with promises of bible stories that following night, he went off to sleep.
I am one proud, albeit surprised, Mama!