11 October 2009

More pie, please

Sing it with me: Just another manic Sunday. . .

The question of properly dividing the pie of maternal attention and energies is a subject of some angst for me, particularly when I foolishly try to peer into my murky crystal ball. I have only a few children at the moment—I can only imagine the mathematical difficulties that arise when the clamoring hordes increase while the pie’s size remains constant.

I’m not sure whether it comforts or frustrates me to know that kids devise their own plans to avoid feeling neglected. ToddlerDude, like any 18-month-old worth his salt, has a couple favorite strategies for getting Mom all to himself: 1)Rise early and loudly, and 2)Schedule a fit of impressive dimensions for the sermon. Not particularly creative, but always effective.

Again we must turn for consolation to poetry. Original submissions encouraged. Submissions of actual pie also accepted.

6 comments:

lisa said...

haha :) I'm laughing with you :) With you. I NEED the sermon but DREAD the 20 minute wrestling match that accompanies it every Sunday.
I'm about to go to the kitchen to eat with you too. Here's to pie and napping babies! I've only got cookies though.

The Mama said...

I'm hoping after a certain point it gets better- namely when the older kids are old enough to help ration the pie. Or bake me a pie- I think I'd feel better then, too.

Melrose said...

So I'm not the only one that spent the sermon in the narthex applying some much needed discipline?

Although go figure it was the 18 mo old that was behaving like an angel (sitting quietly in the pew with his hands in his lap!) and my 3 1/2 yr old that decided dad was not entertaining enough today and he wanted the entire church to know it... yes, oneday he'll bake me a pie :)

now I'm hungry...again.

Anonymous said...

My new response after months(maybe years) of sinfully dreading Sundays is... I got to receive the Sacrament (not able to do much else on a Sunday morning at this point - no holding a hymnal to sing, little to no standing/kneeling and can't remember the last time I heard a sermon). It will get better I know but Sundays are tough with little guys.

Reb. Mary said...

I'm really looking forward to them baking me pies too :)

Anon, how true. The more struggle-filled a Sunday is, the more grateful (desperate!) I am for the Sacrament, and the more tightly I cling to the promises.

Rebekah said...

I also find myself being pleased with how each kid manages to find some private time in the week or the day, and then deflating when I try to figure out how that will happen if we end up with twice as many. :/