Barely lived through Sacrament Meeting today. Pretty sure we looked like "Popcorn Popping" as we tried to keep the children from giving each other black eyes.
Luckily??? the Relief Society President was sitting behind us and offered M a book to look at. (She licked it several times despite me hissing at her sideways through my mouth that she should stop.)
Was this intervention due to the time I handcuffed armed her on my lap and whispered threateningly: "If you don't stop climbing the bench in front of us, I will take you out to the car and make you sit in your car-seat. with the belt buckled up." ???
Or was this due to the time that Justin handcuffed armed her on his lap and whispered threateningly: "If you don't stop kicking your sister, I will take you into the hall and make you sit on my lap and not move at all." ???
Or did it instead relate to the time I took E strongly by her arm and "marched her right out of the chapel." That'll learn you! Or not. Trying to find a quiet corner to guilt-trip her into obedience proved difficult, and E grinned at me maliciously while I tried to politely convince her not to say mean things to M (in order to goad M into hitting her). I think she was pretty sure the nursing mother behind us in the hall guaranteed her immunity from any real repurcussions.
Or perhaps it was after GQ found an elephant puppet on the floor and started spitting loudly (an elephant sound in our home) until I threw it over the bench and out of sight.
I am not particularly sure.
Nor do I want to investigate it much further.
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i wish i could tell you it gets better--i can only report that my teenagers are WORSE in sacrament mtg than they were as toddlers. (sorry!)
i want to kill them or cry every single sunday!
We had a similar church day yesterday, and as we pulled into our parking lot, too defeated to trek inside I told Mark, "We are never going to church again."
I spent the ten minutes after sacrament meeting yesterday apologizing to people in the hall for disrupting their sacrament meeting with my children's circus. Our bishop once told us that at least our kids keep him entertained.
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