Ah... Sunday

Yes, ah Sunday... how you can manage to torment me even as you teach me. It's like your favorite teacher who always gives you a pop quiz on stuff you'd only just read, or on stuff you learned four months ago. Yes, that's what it feels like. I had to get up a 5:45 ish to get here(my Church) by 6:45 ish. I've been here a bit already. I'm stealing a few moments of peace and quite while my brother sleeps and the band warms up before I have to deal with other people's children until someone else comes to watch them before the real teacher shows up. Wow, what a complicated dance of people watching these kids that ensues near e're Sunday morn. Sure I'm supposed to rotate children out with words but, my dear church, they seem to be unable to find someone to switch with me since the youth pastor and his family left. I'm not saying i'm irreplaceable in any one place, but, I am reliable in most. There is much that can be said for reliability in our church. All the same, there are times I wish the assistant pastor would make up his mind, type up a schedule, and email it to me. I know they have my email on file, heck they probably have my cell phone number on file, not to mention my dad's on speed dial. Ok, maybe not, but the way they relay on him... I'm gonna stop while I'm ahead. Anyway, I had to get that mini rant out of my system. My opinion is mired by ignorance of all the facts and thus bias to my own plight. Well, I don't think you'd want to read much more of my wandering ramblings about how Sunday can be torture so I'll end my post here. Have a Blessed Day!