I'm such a doofus

So you might be wondering, what is Kim doing blogging on a Sunday morning?

Well, here's the thing.

First, we decided I should only take the children to 2nd service. The Grand Lunar is running the Big Screen, so he's always up early and long gone and unavailable for directing traffic and getting kids to their proper classes and all that on Screen days. And then our church is doing some sort of ... family adventure ... today.

Do you ever have an idea that you think would be really great ~ say, for example, a day (or month, or season, or long-term plan) where your family not only worships together in the service, but also has a class all together, geared towards whole families?

And then you hear that other people would like that, too.

And then you hear it's actually in the works -- just one Sunday, sort of as a trial.

And then you hear that ... the plan is ... to have a whole bunch of different classes and 'adventure activities' and that during the Class hour you'd choose not one class but three separate activities and shuttle your entire family from class to class not just once but three times? In busy hallways filled with other entire families doing the same thing?

And then you read the list of adventure opportunities and find that, for the most part, they are either entertainment-geared-for-little-ones, games, or lessons geared for older children. You can't find three that seem to be good teaching times geared for the whole family.

So anyway, between being one-parented for the day and also having two extra whole-family-shuffles to do, plus not really feeling the need to go to church to be entertained, you decide just to go to second service ....

Although I do feel kind of bad, having advocated for the family-integrated class idea, and then bailed out on it when it is being attempted. But, to be honest, getting everyone to church and keeping them paying attention and trying to teach them to delight in it not for it's entertainment quotient, but for the value of the Word and the Spirit in our lives, is difficult on a normal Sunday. I just do not have the energy to add complexity and entertainment to the mix.

Aaaannnyway, that part doesn't really explain why I have time to sit here blogging. Because, in any normal given case, if we don't have to be there until late, we'd sleep in, dawdle, scramble, and still be late.

Which is what I thought we did.

Somehow I got it in my head that something-fifteen was when the first service/classes ended, and that we should arrive around what became, in my head, 9:30 so as not to be late. And of course we had no time for that. The last minute scramble, as usual, put us about 20 minutes later than I intended to be getting in the car, and despite the extra whole service we'd had, we were buckling in late, with only 8 minutes to get to church and settled in.

Until iCat came in and said, "if second service starts at 10:45, why are we getting ready to leave at 9:40?"

huh.

good question.

Turns out that running 20 minutes late isn't bad when you're a whole HOUR early.

Of course, once buckled in, Buzz was not happy about not getting a car ride out of the deal, much less leaving his beloved bag in the car. So I bribed him out of the car with a short video, and ... here we are.

Seems like I could do something productive with the time, but that risks being actually late, as well as late for a second time in one day.

So I opted for blogging, instead.

How's your Sunday?