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I don’t think there is anything I dread about trucking trips more than Single Lady Sundays, it is quite possibly my version of Hell.
Just the thought of taking 4 kids to church by myself sends shivers down my spine!
I can’t think of better birth control.
Why can’t I be a smart girl and have the clothes laid out, the diaper bag packed, the car full of gas, and food ready for the crock-pot night before? Remember the “Saturday is a Special Day” song? You’d think I’d learn, but you’d sure be wrong! I don’t pick up things quickly. I apparently enjoy doing things the hard way, especially on Sunday.
Honestly, my kids really weren’t so bad this time, it’s more the stress that kills me. We took the sacrament, learned a little, then made it home in one piece. Barely. But, we went. That’s all that matters, right?
Next Sunday I’ll do better.
For all of you single mothers out there, I salute you. You are my hero. If Sundays are kicking your trash, please, keep your chin up. What you are doing is so important. It’s vital. You are laying a foundation for your children that they will have with them for the rest of their lives.
They might not remember what they learned today, but they will remember that their mother loved them, made the effort, and did her best.
You are amazing.