Because We Have To..

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.  I'm not sure why but my mood was foul.  And I wasn't going to church.  That's right!!  I was skipping Easter Sunday for a number of reasons.  First, I was tired.  Even though the baby slept great (a rare 6 hour stretch because he's not feeling well), I was woken up at 4 this morning by a foreign noise.  I knew it was related to one of the kids discovering their Easter basket.  It turned out to be Jacob trying to close a plastic egg after investigating the contents.  I was an Easter Grinch and sent that excited little boy straight back to bed.  He stuck out his lower lip and pouted his way back to his bed.  Then Adam woke up around 5:30 to eat.  When I went to put him back in bed a bit after 6, I noticed sunlight peaking in through the shutters and the dreadful feeling of knowing my night was almost over set in (sniff sniff).  I only had less than an hour left before I had to get up at 7 to get the entire family ready for church on time.  I had my mind set and it was set on going back to bed and forgetting about church.  Unfortunately, Adam didn't let me sleep much longer after that last feeding.  He was up by 7:30, which is turning out to be his usual wake up time.  The next hour drifted by lazily before Trevor finally asked if I was going to get ready for church.  I informed him I wasn't going.  Why?  Because I just didn't feel like it.  By the time I got ready, it would be time for Sunday School (blah).  Sacrament is the most important part about the block..missing that makes attending the other 2 hours much less appealing.  Also, I had just put Adam back to bed.  I wasn't waking him up, especially when he isn't feeling well.  Plus he would need to eat when he woke up & that would make us even later.  Or if I had to feed him at church, I would need to plan my outfit accordingly.  A breast feeding dilemma I face each week is what I am going to wear.  I need to wear something so I can easily feed the baby at church.  It's a challenge when I wear dresses (the easiest dress choice for church) and I am scraping for separates to wear that fit and look nice (post-baby pooch is still lingering).  I just wasn't up to any of it.  Trevor was surprised I would miss Easter Sunday, but I didn't care.  He exercised his right to stay home from church because he just didn't feel like going as recently as last week.  I wasn't about to let the mere fact that it was Easter get in the way of my right to make the same choice!  I started getting the boys ready to go with him.  Jacob was not happy.  Why do we have to go to church?  Because that's what Heavenly Father wants us to do.  But it's Easter!  Easter is a special day to celebrate Jesus' Resurrection, it's an important day to go.  I wanna stay home!  Well, you can't.  As we were having this discussion, my brain kept screaming at me..HYP-O-CRITE!!!  My heart was softened.  I decided it wouldn't take that long to get ready and it wouldn't be that big of a deal if I went.  I could feed Adam before we left and then wear whatever I wanted.  I could go, even if it was for only the last hour.  I came into our bathroom and started getting ready.  Trevor was surprised and asked me why I decided to go.  Because I just got done explaining to Jacob why we have to go to church even if we don't feel like it.  Adam was still asleep, so I stayed behind to wait for him while Trevor took the boys.  I finally arrived at 11:05..church ends at 12.  Oh well, I at least got to go to Relief Society.  And if it wasn't for Jacob, I would've missed seeing my inactive friend whom I have been bugging to come to church.  She finally came today.  Her mother-in-law brings her son to Primary each week and he was assigned to give a talk this week.  My friend decided to come help him.  I was so excited to see her.  I also wouldn't have been there to talk to her and hear about a really tough situation she is going through.  My heart went out to her and I offered to bring her dinner this week.  As I was leaving church, I decided that maybe I should tell the Relief Society President about her really horrible situation so more meals could be brought to her family.  None of this could have happened if I was at home today missing church. 

So, thank you Jacob, for making me not want to eat my words and be a bad example to you. 

I owe you one son.