The Dad Who Saved Sunday
Sunday mornings can be rough at our house. Yesterday, I slept through my alarm going off for about 20-30 minutes, so I didn’t wake Andrew up on time. He missed his meeting at church and got ready instead to just go with us. Feeding and dressing everyone went well and I thought that for once, we might actually get there before church started. A novel concept, I know. Everyone got into the car and buckled up. I put the key in the ignition, turned it, and…nothing. Not even the radio turned on. Someone had turned on one of the cabin lights and it sat on since Friday afternoon.
We got the tribe back out of the car and the children all promptly broke down in tears. Except Gideon who stripped off shoes, socks, and pants in 4 seconds flat. That boy has a true talent. I just hope he uses it for good, not evil. It was time for Superdad to spring into action! Andrew found the jumper cables and managed to get the van going again without electrocuting himself. I can’t say it would have gone so well had it been me! So we got Gideon dressed and stuck everyone back in the car. We all gave three cheers for Daddy before heading off down the road! Surprisingly, we were only ten minutes late, if that. It turned out it was Ward Conference today, so it was good that we went.
But it was sooooooo tempting to just put our jammies back on and crawl back into bed! Why didn’t we do that again? Oh yeah. Because we are truly a righteous and peculiar people!
I wish I lived closer to you. I would have come over in my jammies with brandy and bon bons and climbed in to bed WITH you and made you watch I love Lucy re-runs with me while we laughed about how bad we must smell and how fubar’d our hair must be but how it didn’t matter because Mommy was on strike and Daddy was in charge and being late didn’t even equate, let alone matter. Yeah. See, maybe it’s a GOOD thing you’re not my neighbor. I might be bad for you. Or, maybe, I think it’s the other way around. Heh.
Thanks for being there, always.
PS - drop me a line ANYTIME, I like e-mail.
PPS - I don’t want to paint my cabinets anymore. Please…don’t make me. I don’t want to remodel anymore today. I want to be lazzzzzzzzzyyy!
Comment by Claudia — February 18, 2008 @ 9:26 am
Are you Mormon? That sounds like a Mormon thing to do.
Comment by diesel — February 18, 2008 @ 5:46 pm
Claudia - I think I could wrangle two or three hours of lounging in bed, but Daddy might go on strike if I try to hide out all day! Besides, he really doesn’t like nursing the baby!
And you have my permission to take a day off of remodeling. Think of it as a personal day!
Comment by Melissa/Fold My Laundry Please — February 18, 2008 @ 7:08 pm
Diesel - Thou guessest correctly. For I am indeed peculiar. Also, if I skipped out on church, we’d have a ton of phone calls the rest of the afternoon asking if we were sick and if we needed any meals brought over. Now that I think of it, I really don’t feel like cooking tonight.
*cough, cough*
Comment by Melissa/Fold My Laundry Please — February 18, 2008 @ 7:12 pm
I must say if that happened to us, we would have stayed home.
And I have a 3-year old daughter who is a whiz at stripping in no time flat.
Comment by Jacki — February 27, 2008 @ 6:43 am