On the Sundays Kyle plays bass, I try my hardest not to get lazy and just watch the livestream. My boys like to attend their kids class which they miss out on if we stay home, so that usually motivates me to make the half hour trek for the one hour we’re there (which, by the way, may be a totally separate post one day… apparently, per my husband, I’m only used to church being 3+ hours because I grew up attending a Hispanic, Spanish speaking church HAHA).

For some odd reason, it takes over two hours to wake up, get ready, prepare breakfast, load up the car with a 5 year old, 3 year old, and 1 year old. I was so proud of myself two weekends ago when I did all that on my own and left the house with 20 minutes to spare (which turned out to be great because I missed an exit and added 10 minutes to my route anyway). We cut it a little closer this morning, but in addition to getting everybody fed and loaded, I got through two complete loads of laundry and left the house with a third load going in the dryer.

The first song of the service was already playing (we needed to see Daddy up on stage!!) when we walked through the church doors, so I flew to the kids check in to pick up name stickers, dropped off the 1 year old in his infant room, and hustled to some open seats. It was maybe halfway through this first song, out of breath from whizzing from the parking lot to, ultimately, open seats, that I noticed my three year old had his shoes on the wrong feet!

I posted yesterday that 2025 has felt like a major shrug of the shoulders; today, I stand by that.