Have you ever tried to take two very small children to church and enjoy it?  I’m beginning to think it isn’t possible without some kind of help.  And by help I mean drugs.  Happy pills and speed for the parents and Benadryl for the children. 

Today Chris woke up sick.  So I decided to leave Jonas home with him and just take Maggie to church.  Then the guilt set in.  I really ought to take Jonas to his nursey class.  He is getting so used to it, and he loves the interaction and he is learning little gospel tidbits that re-enforce what we are teaching him at home.  So I figured that I would just skip the first meeting and only go to the second two where a nursery is provided.  There is no point in taking both Jonas and Maggie to sacrament meeting because I know I would spend the hour chasing Jonas around the foyer trying not to drop Maggie or trip because I’m wearing a skirt. 

We got there in time to drop Jonas off and go to Sunday School.  Our Sunday school teacher has missed the entire concept of class.  It is meant to be a discussion, not a lecture.  And if it must be a lecture, for some reason I will never understand, it needs to be an interesting lecture, not the slow mumbo-jumbo ramblings of the overzealous teacher.  If I wanted to listen to a boring lecture I would attend a Catholic mass, and I would go to the Latin only mass- because, folks, I’d get the same amount out of it.  Maggie usually spares me from Sunday School by needing to eat.  Today she just wasn’t hungry yet.  I had fed her right before we arrived, so she should be good until after church was over.  I sat there for about a half an hour before I finally stood up and walked out to the hall with her, pretending that she needed me to walk around.