So, Sunday mornings have been rough for the past couple months. Our church does two services, and for years we’ve been attending the second one. To be completely accurate, we’ve been attending the second service for exactly 6 years and 3 1/2 months (when our second son was born). We decided to start going to the first one this summer.
While I love having more time at lunch and in the afternoon, getting ready in the morning has been a mad dash. Plain tops and bottoms (sometimes jeans! for shame!), flats, a statement necklace, and whatever purse has my stuff in it. And, bam, I’m out the door.