The Trials of an Everyday Latter-Day Saint!

This week has been long because I have been sick one day, then fine, sick the day after that and then fine, sick the day after that and then fine, etc. Today, Sunday, was on of those "sick" days. Those days where you do not leave much distance between you and the toilet (not the throwing up reason but the other stomach virus reason) and because the morning had started the way it had I decided not to go to church but send my family justifying that last week they all stayed home and I had still attended church. I am also a smart little chickie in that I know how easy it is to break a pattern of behavior so... the rule is .... never miss more than one Sunday of church in a row! Well, my seven year old did not share that same philosophy! She wanted to stay home again (which would have been her week two). I decided I would go receive the Sacrament and then go home and rest. Kinsley still thought she didn't want to go to Primary but I convinced her to go sit in the chapel with Steve. After that I went home, made a little something to eat, changed back into my pajamas, crawled back in bed and was actually reading and studying the Sunday School lesson I was mising when "what to my wandering ears should appear.... a klank on the door and loud sobbing tears!" My husband says to his little darling "Get in there and stay there!" as he helps her into her bedroom (the very place she had been trying to get too all morning!) Suffice it to say that after I left churched Kinsley "snowballed" Steven with extremely inappropriate seven year old behavior. When I saw what was happening I intevened and found myself getting dressed again and taking Kinsley back to church. I felt that lesson was a critical one for her today (more than my rest). She didn't want to go but after a lot of patience on my part and tears on hers, I got her back to the church and returned her to her Primary class. Now, what is the point of my blog today? Well, here it is. When I was a girl (maybe a little older than Kinsley, not much) back in the olden times when Primary was on a weekday I, too, decided that "because my dad could choose not to go to church on Sundays that I could choose not to go to Primary" so I road the bus home and was greeted by my Mom asking why I wasn't in Primary. I voiced my opinion and my theories after which she loaded me up in our car and took me back. I never tried it again from that day forward because I knew that my mom cared if I attended my church meetings or not. I also knew where her committment stood. Maybe this will be one of those times for Kinsley. I know some people were wondering why I was in the hallway so much today and it because I required an immediate direct route to the bathroom (which, still, at this point of the day is still necessary!). Oh, yah, the Bishop asked to speak to Steve and I before we went home today and, yes, a change is coming! Thank goodness for Moroni's Quest. I knew this would come! Take care!
P.S. When Kinsley came out of Primary today she hugged her dad and said sorry (on her own) and was happy she had attended Primary today!