The last two weeks have been pretty busy for Dustin at work. Even though both were only 4-day weeks, we're pretty sure he worked 50+ hours each week. He also worked when he got home and received quite a few late night phone calls from employees that needed help.
That didn't leave much time for us as a family to be together.
On Saturday, I had the weird thought that we shouldn't go to church on Sunday. Instead, we should just spend the day together. I thought it was kind of weird to feel so good about skipping church, but I really did.
I thought, if we didn't go to church we would miss so many things...
We would miss the usual tantrum of getting our daughter out of her PJs and into a dress.
We would miss the short, but always frustrating, walk to the church because the little one refuses to hold our hands.
We would miss not sitting in the chapel during sacrament meeting and finding our usual spot in the foyer.
We would miss trying to keep our full of energy sweet pea quiet and from running around the building during what always promises to be the longest 70 minutes of my week.
We would miss the usual fight going to nursery, and (because if there is an opportunity to be difficult, why not be?) the usual fight leaving nursery.
And, last, but not least, we'd miss the fun walk home because, again, our lovely bundle of joy won't hold our hands and insists on walking every and anywhere but the sidewalk.
After weighing my options and thinking about all the things we'd miss by not going to church, what to do ended up being a pretty painless dilemma.
We totally and utterly and shamelessly skipped church.
And it was probably the best Sabbath day I've had in a long time.