Anyone else have fun getting to church sometimes?! A certain six year old was being her usual belligerent pre-church self. After yelling at me on and off for ten minutes about leaving her closet open (after helping her pick out a dress), she still hadn't come down for breakfast, and after a few more minutes she finally came downstairs in time to see me leaving with her sisters.
Ken messaged me fifteen minutes into church, she'd run down the street without her shoes, then eventually come back, then she finally agreed to put her shoes on, and they were finally able to come to church.Not sure if she's an ox or if she's the mire, but I think we need to budget an extra hour every Sunday for her tantrums!!
(Good thing we go in two cars because my Ken is currently the financial clerk and stays late to do tithing.)
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