This is me. It’s a typical Sunday here. We attended church this morning, went on a short target run afterwards, and returned home to have lunch before nap time. They’re happy. I’m smiling. Things seem like they’re going well.

Right?

HA.

IN REALITY: I woke up a little late today. Actually, I woke up really late. Our first church service time recently changed from 8:30 to 8:00, which seems a little like Satan’s at work- but no one asked me 🤷‍♀️ I’ve been a first service goer my entire life, since my childhood. I mean, why go to the 9:30 service when I can show up 30 minutes late to the 8:00? Its LoGicAl, at least in my scattered mind. The kids handled the time change really well. And by really well, I mean we all left the house in tears. Wyatt, because he was mad I put shoes…