We are going back to church.

Today is the day. We've been trying to get out of the house for the past two weekends and it's been a no go. The girls were sick or we overslept and no...I did not turn the alarm off oh so quietly and sneak downstairs for a lovely cup of coffee by my side and the Sunday newspaper in my lap. Nope. Not me.

The hubby was serious this week. We were gonna go to church. Can I explain the hardest thing about getting ready for church? It is getting out of bed. Oh man alive is it hard. It's cold outside. Really cold. Our temperature right now is 8. Yep. 8. I was laying in bed with a cocoon of covers all around me and I was waaaaaaa-aaarm. The hubby was waaaaarm and had his foot touching mine. I was in that in-between place where you are kind of still asleep but kind of awake. Oh I was comfy. Our duvet was in just the right place and my pillow was scrunched in just the right way. Then I hear "D......D....you gonna wake up the girls?" For just one second I wanted to punch him. I laid there trying to pretend to be so asleep that he would say "Oh look how cute she is....I'll just leave her alone" but no. That's not the way we roll around here. To get the ball rolling the (cue hero music) the mom needs to be AWAKE. My husband (and yes he's right) was missing going to church as a family and not another Sunday would pass without us sitting as one in a pew.

So did I wake up with a joyful heart?? Well..........my heart didn't start really feeling joyful til my second cup of coffee but I did get out of bed and wake the girls up nicely. I am now dressed and ready and working on my third cup. The hair is floofed and the jewelry is picked out.
We are off to church.
And the people said Amen.
:)