Sometimes Sundays are tough days.
When your kids are young, it is tough.
When your kids are teenagers, it is tough.
When you are an adult, it is tough.
I feel like I have ADD on Sundays at church. So, I bring along my scirptures and usually a religious book. If my mind wonders then I can try to re-focus and read something new and thought provoking. I carry a little black book to write my thoughts down–a moleskine. Some lessons can be boring, but I usually try to contribute and be upbeat.
Whatever age, when my kids did not feel like going, I would just tell them,
“yea, I know, it’s hard for me to go sometimes too, but we go to take the Sacrament and keep the commandments. And you’ll feel better afterwards.”
That always worked, me just agreeing, that,
“yes, it is tough sometimes, for me too.”
Today is one of those days. I sat down to look at my face, 56 years of age in the mirror and see what I could do to look my best for Sunday. I reached for the tweezers, then I remembered that my very nice, stainless steel, expensive tweezers had been donated to the the tick removal program for the dogs, and now they were soaking in bleach, and frankly, I don’t want to use them anymore. Unless I get a tick, and please, no thanks. This new area we are living in has ticks. This is new to me.
So, back at the beauty parlor. I pull my clean hair back into a pony tail, apply some powder and mascara. That is the best I can do. I am wearing boots today, that saves some time, and my legs are too white anyway.
I will grab my books, my kids, my daughter-in-law, my husband, and we will go and do as the Lord has commanded.
I always feel better afterwards.
btw our church goes from 2 to 5 pm.
