Sundays

Today is the one day of the week with which I have a love/hate realtionship. Okay, thats not entirely true...Mondays are like that for me also. Anyway, I digress...
Sundays are wonderful days because I get to go to church and then the rest of the day is usually a quiet family day. Sundays are the days I may actually get to do some reading or planning or whatever I allow myself to do. Sundays are restful days.

However, I hate Sundays too. For one thing, I am NOT a morning person. I am mean in the mornings...just ask my family. Don't talk to me, don't look at me..don't come near me in the morning or you will get the fangs....I hate that I am like this, and would love to change it, but I really think it is a chemical imbalance in my brain. Hard as I may try, mornings are horrible. Sunday mornings are really hard because I am supposed to be getting myself ready to go the God's house and fellowship in worship with other believers. I feel like a fraud on Sunday mornings when I walk through the doors to church, because just an hour earlier, I was staning in the mirror cussing at my hair.

So, while I am sitting her this Sunday, I purpose that maybe I need to get up an hour before everyone else so I will be at least civil to my poor family. I need to try that. Unfortunately, since Isaiah has super sonic Mommy radar...he will be up before me...even if it is before the roosters crow.