Sometimes I go to church on Sundays. I rarely stay for the whole 3 hour event because I don’t particularly enjoy church and never have. I mean, I like the gospel and the doctrine and all that good stuff (I’m LDS by the way) but the going to church in an uncomfortable dress and putting on a happy face and chatting with strangers about life just isn’t my thing.
I don’t like wearing dresses ever and if I want to tell strangers about my life or hear about theirs, well, that’s what blogs are for, right? Ha, kidding. Mostly 😉
So after sacrament meeting Payson and I head home while Allan stays behind to take the girls to the next two hours of classes.
Me and the baby boy have lots and lots of fun together with the rest of the family gone. We read books and play games and sing songs and talk and laugh.
Sometime I’ll go back to attending all three church meetings. Maybe this winter after baby girl is here and sitting on a hard chair for three hours isn’t so torturous on my swollenly fat pregnant butt. Yeah, maybe then.