Trained Professional

Sometimes I wonder about myself. I took a shower last night with the intention of straightening my hair in the morning before church. I wondered to myself how I would get it done in time; between breakfast, dressing 3 kids, nursing one, redressing the one I just nursed who spit up or pooped or something. So when Ava woke up at 1:30 am to feed and wasn't going back to sleep as fast as I would have liked I had an idea. I was letting her fuss in her crib, but I didn't want to go to bed until I knew she was asleep. So I decided to get a jump start and straighten my hair. Did I mention it was 1:30 am?? Who does that?????? Seriously! I got it half done and went back to bed. Ava was up again at 6:30, which gave me plenty of time to finish straightening and leisurely apply make-up before the kids needed breakfast. While the kids were eating Jerem got up not looking so great. He felt like he had a sinus infection coming on a few days ago and woke up rather miserable. I suggested he stay home and rest. He did, but still was able to help get the kids ready for church and said to not worry about breakfast dishes, he'd take care of them. I sent the kids out to the van to buckle themselves and was putting my coat on when I noticed Jerem staring at the table. "What?" I said. "ummm, aren't you going to make more then one trip?" He said. I then saw what he saw...my purse, car seat, and cup with hot water that was warming Ava's bottle. "Oh...no" I replied with a chuckle, " I'm a trained professional honey". And grabbed everything to head out the door. "okay then" he said "I'll get the door for you". Meeting was great this morning. I had lots of help as I knew I would. Kids sat with Uncle Dallas and Auntie Jean and Ava fussed...pretty typical. I did appreciate all over again Jerem. Despite the help, I missed having him sit next to me, his firm hand on the children. Him gathering Sunday school papers, cars, and notebooks that are strewn all over by the end of church. The discussion of the message that follows in the car on the way home. Even though I claim to be a "trained professional" I am so thankful I don't have to go about this journey of motherhood alone, that I have a husband to offer an extra set of hands and stern voice when needed. And that I didn't have to come home to a counter full of dishes. I love you honey..and get better soon!