Chruch started out fabulously today. We had our annual primary program during Sacrament Meeting, an opportunity for our children ages 4-11 to share their testimonies through word and song. It was just beautiful. Our primary presidency chose to have the children write their own parts this year, and it was extra special to be able to hear them share testimony through their own words, rather than a scripted part. The music was wonderful. Both my boys were on the front row of the stand, and from where I was sitting in the congregation I could literally hear their individual little voices singing each of the songs. The icing on the cake for me was when my boys and Matt, along with a little girl and her aunt who will also soon be leaving on a mission, sang a medley of I Hope they Call Me On a Mission and I Want to Be a Missionary Now. It was Matt's last Sunday in our ward before he gets to become a full-time missionary and report at the MTC. Hearing and seeing him and my boys up there together destroyed me. I was kind of a wreck, but in a great way! It was so awesome!
But after Sacrament Meeting, things went down hill quickly. I was asked to help out in our nursery since they were short-handed today. I won't lie, it's not my favorite place to be. So when church was over I wasn't in my very best mood. Usually after church, the kids and I will go to the Bishop's office and check in with Adam, say a quick "hi" and "bye" before we take off. Since we usually don't see him until late in the evening, it's really the only couple minutes we get with him until late on Sunday. But Adam wasn't in his office after church, and we circled the building trying to find him. I was carting my Sunday bag, the diaper bag, and Annie--probably 40 pounds worth of kid and stuff. People kept asking me where my husband was, and I wanted to scream, "Do I LOOK like I know where my husband is?!" Once we finally located our guy, we had our rendezvous, I located my then-missing son, and we were on our way. So is it any wonder that I was feeling frazzled and just DONE?
We got out to the parking lot and McKay announced that he needed to use the bathroom. I was like, Nuh-uh. I am so not going back into that church buliding today. I told him he would have to hold it, that we would be home in five. He insisted that it was an emergency. Let me just tell you something about McKay...he loves public restrooms. So he often has "emergencies" while we are out so that he can check out a new bathroom. I was not falling for it today. I told him to hold tight, we would be home soon, and I proceeded to corral my brood into the van.
Well McKay, being McKay, stood in the middle of the van and said, "Fine. I'm going right now." I freaked out. I was envisioning urine-smelling carpet in my van for months to come. I screamed, "Get out of the car!" My thought process being, if he pees his pants, it will run onto the pavement and not onto my carpet.
The next thing I know, McKay has his pants around his ankles and he is "watering" the bushes on the median of the parking lot! And boy oh boy, did he spray those bushes down good! I was mortified!! All I could think of was, "Behold, Clarke Farms Ward, here is the Bishop's kid peeing in the parking lot! Let our family be a model and standard to you all!" Gah. McKay got back in the car and muttered, "I told you it was an emrgency." That boy.
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