My church has a great Wednesday evening praise service. It puts focus back into my week and gets me through -- until Thursday morning, which is as much of a low as Wednesday evening is a high. We frequently stand around and talk on Wednesday nights, leaving our children to run amok and getting themselves hyped up so that sleep is insured to stay away until well after 10 p.m. On evenings when Troy is traveling the delay is even longer as we must spend about 30 minutes on the phone telling him 'good night'.
All of this activity makes for a SLOW Thursday morning. I let the kids sleep in just a few extra minutes. When I do try to wake them, there is so little movement I feel like I should check for a pulse. This morning I had this conversation: "MOM! I can't see you!" "No, you can't -- your eyes aren't open." "Oh." At least one child is in tears ("I don't feel good" "I don't want to go to school" "I forgot to bring home my book"). Eventually there is shouting (from dear old mom) because we can't drag our hineys out the door on time. We finally get to school -- me, with smoke pouring out of my ears, them with tears in their bleary little eyes.
Wish we could go straight from Wednesday to Saturday.
