Socks.

Sundays start off difficult in our house. Like REALLY difficult. All the cards are stacked against us. I'm not a morning person, Jordan's not a morning person, Carter is fine as long as he wakes up on his own, and Dave just annoys Jordan and I with his "tweeting birds and sunshine singing" morning attitude. We have to get it together to get out the door before 7 a.m. That's 2 showers, 4 people dressed and teeth brushed (plus dry my hair and straighten, etc.) We have to allow at least 10 minutes to battle with Jordan over why she can't wear a baithing suit and boots to church. Then we have to fight about why she can't wear her pajamas to church. Next, its on to convincing Carter that he in fact DOES have to brush his teeth and that he CANNOT have waffles right now (I wish we had time for that!) Then there's the 5 minutes Dave and I spend arguing over some asinine little thing. This morning, for instance, it was socks. Seriously!? We weren't even fighting about the KIDS' socks. When we finally get out the door, its NEVER before 7:15 and we HAVE to stop and get coffee and donuts for breakfast (unless for some reason Dave's not with us...the rest of us can actually make the 1 hour drive without refreshment.) So - when we leave Lusby, around 7:25, I'm fuming because we're so late, Dave's "sunshine and birdies singing" and the kids are stuffing themselves with the LEAST healthy breakfast food possible.

By the time we GET to church, it takes another 5 minutes to start smiling at people and speaking in full and pleasant sentences...But then we're good. And its like the whole morning routine never happened.

Except today. Dave was stuck on the socks. Socks. We're over it now, obviously. I mean how long can grown people fight over socks, right? Approximately 2 hours apparently. (well - DAVE fought about socks for that long, I didn't have much to contribute) But, I'll have you know, the "sock bin" in our house will be going extinct tomorrow - and Dave is going to be investing in safety pins to keep his socks together before they go in the washer. And NEXT Sunday? We're going to aim at leaving by 6:45 and the kids are wearing their church clothes to bed Saturday night. I might do the same. Dave will for sure be sleeping in his socks, and I'm buying donuts Saturday night too. WATCHOUT Kneeling Point...we're going to be ON TIME next week!!