Sundays

I'm now at the phase in life where everyone gets themselves ready for church. Mornings before church aren't that hectic.  I attempt to make a late breakfast, often something simple like muffins and throw some dinner in the crock pot because I know my hungry wolves will be starving as soon as we walk in he door. Today it was pork chops. I look around at church and can recall the days of keeping little ones occupied and reverent. Again, I'm past this phase and for the most part I'm able to soak in all the messages. I'm content. We return home and I throw the rest of dinner together. In my mind, we have wonderful Sunday discussions over our tasty dinner and we spend he  rest of the day relaxing in peace and harmony... I mean, after all we went to church. Reality hits and before I even get dinner  on the table, children are arguing (today it was over college basketball teams and strength of schedules). I attempt to calm the masses and we sit down to dinner. As child A attempts to tell about his lesson, child B interrupts. Soon child C attempts to speak and is yelled at by child A.... This goes on and on despite my best efforts to calm them or move on. On a positive note, everyone liked the meal and the kids were able to share a few things they learned at church. Kids puts their dishes in the dishwasher and everyone leaves the kitchen.  I continue to sit there wondering when my children will all love one another and want to listen to each other. I tell myself it'll happen one day. Like when they're 30.