It's now 9:30ish and I'm thinking I can finally put my feet up and relax. Another Christmas has come and gone and I have never been more exhausted in my entire life! Of course, I know I'm 8 1/2 months pregnant, but still, it would've been just as exhausting if I wasn't! Tim and I have come to the realization that Christmas is a lot of work when you become parents. No longer are the days of ripping open presents and getting to play with them all day long. Now are the days of cleaning up, cooking, making sure everything is perfect, and keeping everyone happy.
We went to Christmas Eve service last night at 8pm with Sophie. I now find myself longing for the day church is once again a time of deep reflection and peace. Let's just say it's everything but that when you have a two-year-old. At one point, Sophie was lying on the ground, practically underneath the pew in front of us, dirty tile and all, and I was just so happy she was being quiet. Forget the fact we had to dust the debris off of her everytime she got up and forget the fact that thousands of dirty shoes have rested where she was lying. She was quiet....and that's all that matters! For the most part, Sophie was a very good girl and enjoyed the choir and tried to sing along. She remembered to say "amen" (albeit 5 seconds later than everyone else and very loud), she held her hands in prayer when prompted and she offered peace to fellow neighbors....as much as I sweat through these things praying for her to be a good girl, she tends to help me realize how much she really is getting out of it and gives us the motivation to keep going back....
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