On Easter Sunday, there was no Sunday school or nursery at our Church. We had all three girls in a packed pew for an hour and a half, the longest service EVER. I attempted to be prepared, however the snacks were all discovered and devoured within the first fifteen minutes. As the service progressed, Baby A was rooting around in my purse unwrapping a tampon, Middle C was scratching her bum and wiping her hand on her sister. When it was time for communion we passed another friend of mine. We made eye contact, our once perfectly coiffed hair now a tangled mess, our pressed Easter dresses looking like a wrinkled road map, and the children we were carrying were attempting pull our dresses off our shoulder. I am still a bit shell shocked after enduring the service. So the other day I ran into a Dad who attends our Church. I don't know him all that well. He asked me about our Easter. I said, "It was good, but my God...that was the longest service ever and to not have child care. I swear I was tempted to take the whole tray of wine from communion and down it." He politely smiled, chuckled and walked away. I was only half kidding...
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