Alright alright. So there is absolutely NOTHING bright eyed or bushy tailed about me today, but I'm up and moving anyway.
The plan was to be out of bed by 6:00am and have everyone packed up, in the car, and on the way to church by 7:00am. What happened was us hearing Sarah get into the shower at 6:30am. Steve grumbled about his alarm not being set and rolled out of bed muttering something about us taking two cars this morning and got himself ready to go while I laid there watching him and mentally poking myself to drag my own backside out from under the covers.
I knew there was no chance of us making it to church early, so I said the kids and I would get there in time for the 8:00am service. I set my alarm to give myself another 15 mins of sleep and waved bye to Steve who still had to get there early to do his job.
Apparently, I am an absolute master of hitting the snooze button. In fact, I hit the snooze button so much this morning that I distinctly recall hearing the alarm say in no uncertain terms, "Do that one more time and I hit back."
Mornings. Oh well. At least it's not Monday.
When I finally did manage to oust myself and open the bedroom door, I got run down by four maniacs intent on being the first body to land in the warm spot I had just vacated. After checking for damage to my person, I asked Sarah to go get her brother and sister and bring them downstairs so I could get them dressed for church.
"HEATHER! HUNTER! TIME TO GET DRESSED!!!!!!!!"*growl* I could have done that....
It took me a couple of minutes to peel myself off the ceiling, and couple more minutes to match Sarah's volume while telling her that
I didn't need her to wake up the entire neighborhood,
I just needed her to go get her siblings, and that it's
extremely obnoxious to be screaming at that volume at this hour of the morning!!...
*cough* Not one word from anyone. Not one.
Eventually everyone was dressed and ready to go to church. We even made it on time!
...for the 9:00am service.