Sunday, a day of STRESS!

Sunday is supposed to be the day of rest, but that is virtually impossible when you have small children. Last Saturday night Jimmy had to pull an all nighter "babysitting" an inmate in the hospital, so that meant I would have to be taking the children to church alone while he caught up on his sleep. We made it to Sacrament meeting right on time. Trenton (smart little thing) has discovered that if he says he needs to go to the potty we will let him leave the meeting to use the restroom. The very second we sat down he states, "I have to go potty". I sent him to the potty with Spencer. They returned, a little rowdy, but hey at least they came back. Trenton continued to be disruptive and ask to go to the potty every 10 minutes. Who really needs to go potty 6 times a hour? About 15 to 20 minutes before the end of the meeting, as I was reading TJ a story and I look up to find no Trenton. Apparently he had crawled under the pew and left the room. I waited a minute or two thinking he would come back in, but no Trenton returned. I loaded up the other kids, stuck them in a classroom and the search was on. At this point I was fuming. To make a long story short, I did not find Trenton for about 20 minutes. Wherever he was, he was one step ahead of me. I was even poking my head in all the bathrooms (Men's room included - How embarrassing!). I was panicked, furious, and on the verge of tears. Finally I found him, with the help of a friend, who practically had to tackled him in the hall because he was running at full speed. At this point I went back to the classroom (where I was supposed to be teaching a Sunday School lesson) picked up our stuff and left. Fortunately a member of the Sunday School Presidency was walking down the hall, asked if I needed help, and offered to teach my class for me. What a saint! Once in the car I completely had a melt down. Jimmy was so startled when I came home because I was hysterical and so embarrassed. While I calmed down Jimmy set the boys down to discuss how we should behave at church. One by one the kids came up to apologize to me (which was sweet for Spencer and TJ, they were actually pretty good at church but they apologized anyway). TJ said to me "Mommy, no run away. Be nice". He got it! What a cute little thing. Well, when it was Trenton's turn he said to me, "Mom, when I have that feeling you just need to let me go" (to the potty). WHAT!?! No sorry, no nothing. He is such a little stinker, he's got a mind of his own. When I think about what happened now it kind of cracks me up. I guess it is good to laugh at stuff like this, even though at the time I was furious and completely humiliated. Hopefully someday I can find "rest" on Sundays.