Keeping it Real Friday

This is more of a foreshadowing post of what I am sure will be a hot mess of a Sunday morning.

Let's back up a minute and recount last Sunday's activities. 

Trey goes in to church on Sundays around 7:30, usually before Jones wakes up. I am still getting used to this new normal.  So on Sunday, I woke up early with Trey to shower and do my hair and make-up before Jones rises to ensure plenty of time and less frustrations.

Didn't work.

Jones woke up around 8:30 in rare form.

Outfit #1 on Jones - button popped due to him fighting me so hard. 
Outfit #2 on Jones - wet from him sneaking into the bathroom while I was putting on my shoes and turning on the water. "I take baff, mama!".

Let's just say I was sweating and wrinkled when we arrived at the late service around 10:45. 

Finally dressed and on our way last Sunday morning.

We both needed Jesus that morning.

Now let's forshadow this coming Sunday, shall we?

We are officially joining the church on Sunday. Since Trey is a minister, our new lead pastor has requested that we join at both services to make it visible to the whole congregation.

And she has requested Jones be present.  THE WHOLE SERVICE.

Trey warned them in staff meeting that wiser choices could be made in this situation and that there was a good chance that something in the sancuary will, in fact, break in Jones' presence.  But they insisted. 

He did bring them down to Jones being present in the early service only - the more contemporary, relaxed atmosphere. 

That service starts at 8:30.  Then Jones is off to Sunday School nursery and then parts of the later service with us.

This has disaster written all over it. 

I am trying to plan my outfit accordingly.  What do I wear? I need to look cute, obviously.  But last week I wore a pink dress that Jones pulled up ON STAGE in front of the entire symphony that our church was hosting. 

Dear goodness.  

I wonder if this is what the church had in mind when they hired my sweet husband. A minister's wife that flashes the congregation while chasing a wild toddler. 

Seminary might just kick us out.

Keeping it real, folks.