I've been trying, since we switched times with the other ward, to resign myself to church at 1PM. Even before I had kids, I hated having church late. It seems like the whole morning is spent wasting time, no matter how hard I try to make myself do something. While I do believe that the Sabbath is a day to be spent resting from our weekday labors and worshipping the Lord, I don't think that He meant 'hang out in your pjs all morning, throw on something presentable ten minutes before services and get out the door just in time to be late'. And yet, that is what seems to happen, despite my best efforts. I find it a bit mind-boggling that when we have church at 9AM, I am always on time, and usually early. Now that we are at one, I can barely make it before the first hymn. What is that about?!
Now that I have small children, this has thrown a new monkey wrench into the gears. Logan naps between 12:30 and 1:00. He's got a pretty regular schedule - except on Sunday. Now, let me just say that Logan LOVES church. He loves to sing, pray, take the bread and water, and he especially loves his nursery class, where he gets to play with all of his best friends. Now that we are at church during what would be naptime, he's a complete maniac. He still has a wonderful time, but I am very grateful for his nursery leaders for putting up with his wildness. And I suspect he is not the only toddler in there who is lacking a nap... So, he runs around at church like a complete loon, and then is utterly unmanageable all night, until we all finally collapse from exhaustion an hour or so before his usual bedtime. Yesterday however, Logan made an eloquent statement about the condition of things. We took this picture at 5:30, while we were getting dinner on the table. I think it speaks for itself.
Poor little monkey.