’Twas the night before church, and all through the house, Everyone was relaxing, except my dear spouse.
Michael’s clothes were all ready, his Bible in place, Because being on time to church is apparently a disgrace. 😂
“Sunday school starts at 9:30,” I calmly explain.
Michael says, “Right, so we’ll leave at eight.”
Sir, that makes no sense to my brain. 🤣
Sunday morning comes, and I’m wrangling the crew, Trying to get everybody dressed, with a missing sock or two.
“Where are my shoes?”
“Mom, fix my hair!”
“I don’t like this shirt!”
“My other shoe isn’t there!”
And Michael’s by the door, Bible in hand,
Fully dressed and ready, like this was all carefully planned.
“Y’all about ready?”
NO, MICHAEL. We just got out of bed. 😂
Half of us aren’t dressed, and they still have not been fed.
But off we will go, ridiculously early, of course,
Because being ON TIME to church would cause Michael actual remorse.
We’ll pull in while the parking lot’s still empty and bare...
But praise the Lord, Michael can’t say we were late getting there. 🤣