Pajama Church

Today is Sunday, but it doesn't quite seem like it. Since I've been sick, the 3 of us girls stayed home. Phil is the soundman at church, so he had to go. We had a leisurely morning...since I had no sleep, I stayed in bed. The girls got up and played. When I was able to get up, I went out, got breakfast, and lay on the couch while Pastor Lilly determined what her text would be. The first one was somewhere in Matthew 28, I think, but since she couldn't read her text, I suggested Psalm 100 (which she had memorized in school last year, but did not know where to find in her Bible). I seemed to be the peanut gallery... I said, "Pastor Lilly, don't you think you should know your text before you get up to preach?" She allowed me to find Psalm 100 for her and then she read it. Oh, prior to that, we had 2 musical numbers with dancing and sign language/choreography. Then, Miss Katy Huber shared 2 songs in dance while Pastor Lilly prepared (guess she needs to take a look at her Grandpa's schedule to see that he regularly schedules time to prepare for his sermons!). Then, after the preaching was done, we had offering...she gave me number cards to put in the offering and told me "This is God's money. We are giving it to Him." My reply, "How do we give it to God?" She said, "I don't know. We just do." Then, there was, "We're going to have what you had last Sunday in big church where you eat bread." This brought a good chuckle to me and I said, "Do you mean communion?" "Yes." She served peanut butter crackers (a package of 6, which she shared with her sister, as I couldn't stand the thought of eating them when I wasn't sure how my stomach really felt. She also had a brand new package of Ritz style crackers that I begged her NOT to open since we didn't have that many people in our church.) Shortly after that, we were dismissed.

We've played (ok, they did), had church, I took a nice, long relaxing bath (more on that in a minute), finished up some laundry, made a phone call or 2, came back to bed to check email and rest, and then rewarded 2 VERY VERY VERY well behaved girls with a new book - Cinderella - as a thank you for how good they were today.

Now, back to that bath...I was happily soaking when I hear 2 girls running down the hall. "Mommy? Are you done with your shower yet?" "No, I'm taking a bath." Which promptly caused the opening of the door and 2 rowdy children entering. They found me enjoying a book (rather magazine) in the tub. This caused some questions..."Mommy, why do you have that in the tub?" And prompted motherly responses like, "Don't even think about it. You are not allowed to bring book into the tub with you until you get much older. You have to be skilled in keeping them dry (to which was the answer to "How do you keep the book from getting wet?") Now, if you know my girls at all, you can probably well imagine the cackles I began to hear. They were from both of them, but one in particular has a cackle that says it all. It's a mischievous, "You'd better look out" kind of cackle that makes you wary of what might happen next time you aren't looking and she's in the tub. You tell me which darling daughter this is!

The girls decided they were done with me, and left. Can you hear my sigh of relief as I settle into relaxing again? Then, I listen and hear "sssspppsspspspsp spspspspssp" lots of whispering in the hall - which when a door is closed and I am not properly clothed to find out what is going on, can cause more then a little trepidation. I didn't have to wait long. The door flew wide open and in came 2 scantily clothed, toweled children. (Scantily is putting it nicely) They were giggling and informed me that they were here to take a bath with me. As you can well imagine, that was not my first thought of relaxing! I explained that there wasn't room for all of us and this was MY bath. That didn't seem to deter them. Up on the step stool, up on the side of the tub, dropping towels and standing boldly in their birthday suits proclaiming that they were coming in (all while giggling profusely). I did my best to put a stop to it, all while trying to figure out if I should laugh, be frustrated, make a silly face, shut the shower door, or just vanish with a poof! They were soon gone and onto other things, but the memories of a good morning will linger. I so needed a good morning. This has been a tough road this week. I'm so glad to be feeling almost "human" again. I can almost breathe clearly and haven 't been coughing too much! Praise the Lord!

Phil is now home, chicken salad melts are cooking and my chicken noodle soup smells almost warmed (thanks for 2 cans, Ronda!). I think I'll go and relax with my minimal newspaper (The Star Gazette Sunday paper is much thicker then The Chronicle Tribune). The Indy Star apparently won't deliver to us here. Wal-Mart doesn't even carry it. Silly if you ask me.

Naptime comes soon! I can't wait.