Sunday, November 25, 2012

Blue Sundays

Sundays have kind of become my least favorite day of the week. I'm trying to fix it, and I don't mean to complain. But I think the first step in improving or fixing something is to look at the whys of what is going on.

Sundays in the Wilde house start at 5:30 or 6 am. Russ gets up to go to church meetings.

I then start getting myself ready. At some point P wakes up and I get her fed and dressed.

Most Sundays we arrive at church at 8:15, for ward choir practice- which is a frustrating experience on it's own accord. Let's just say I'm learning patience in these practices, but I'm not a very good student of patience.

Then I wrestle P to be quiet in sacrament meeting. Well, I wrestle her to be quiet and I try to prevent her from seriously injuring herself by smacking her head on the pews. Some Sundays I quit and we just sit in the primary room.

After sacrament meeting, it's off to primary. Where P fends for herself while I put out fires (teachers missing, kids that are lost, chairs not set up, etc.). Sometimes P doesn't do so well on her own and so I lug her around while I do all this stuff. I'll sit down in primary to mark the attendance rolls but I'll be interrupted by children who come late to primary. Seriously about 10 kids trickle in over the first 45 minutes.

If I get my attendance done, I move over to other tasks- like birthdays or assigning talks. Typically more fires pop up- a child needs to be taken to their parent due to misbehavior, a teacher has to leave, or something in nursery.

And then P needs to be fed or changed or something- all right there in the back of the primary room.

When church is done, I get loaded up in the car and we go home.

We wait for Russ to get home at 2ish and then have lunch.

Then I go to choir at 4:30 and if I'm lucky I'm home before 7. P gets in bed at 8:30. We try to Skype with family in there. Then it's time to get ready for Monday.

It's not that I don't like this schedule... it's just so busy. I have to say that choir is my uplift. Everything else is just survival. I miss enjoying and feeling the Spirit at church. I miss listening to lessons and sharing comments and participating.

I am trying to figure out ways to study more on my own each Sunday.

Perhaps I just need to do better at it. Especially early in the morning.

I just don't like that it's almost 9:30 pm and I have a sinkful of lunch dishes to do, baby food to make, and I'm contemplating going in early to work to prep for a few hearings I have set at 9 am.

Don't mean to complain. Just trying to work out how I can change my Sundays back from being so blue.


Paul and Tammy said...

Sundays are SO hard!! I wish we could have more hours in the day just for Sunday. You're a trooper!!

Amanda said...

I often feel the same way. Like, every week. And I think, "What the heck?!"

I don't know if this is the answer for you, but it helped me. I was listening to a Conversations episode awhile back with (former, now) Elder Costa and his wife. She said she realized when she had little kids that she had had her time to be fed at church—it was when she was young, when she was single, before she had kids, and that it would come again later. Now was her time to feed—make sure her kids were being fed or preparing to be fed, make sure others in her callings or new or less-active members were being fed, etc. Not to say that you can go 20 years without being spiritually fed. I think it happens here and there, and the critical part happens at home, I think, so that the 3 minutes you get to listen to are miraculously exactly what you need to hear. But it helps me to remember that there are times and seasons and that it won't be like this forever. Someday I'll be 50 and I'll wish that I had a little nursery child to look at sacrament books with.

Good luck! I hope things get better.