"Those kids"

I have been in denial too long. I must face the fact that my boys are "those kids," you know, the ones that act awful during sacrament meeting.

Brandon had a stake commitment yesterday that left me alone at church. I had been debating about skipping sacrament meeting and coming for Primary only. A sanity saver to say the least. But I would say that for me to make a wise decision in favor of my sanity, would be exactly that, wise. So off to sacrament meeting I go ready for battle. I was mostly on time, but not enough to get a bench that would have aided in the defense of Katie. Thankfully she was content with her prison for the first two speakers before I make an exit. As I was blissfully roaming the halls with my sweet toddler, the label was being placed on my boys. THOSE KIDS

Now, in my defense, I have to say that I have tried to teach them the way that they need to act. They know how to be reverent and I have even heard them whisper on occasion. Throwing and hitting are not tolerated in my home, much less outside of it. Apparently what I have failed to teach them is that this good and positive behavior must continue even after parental supervision has ceased.

Thankfully I belong to a wonderful ward who has kindly not said anything to me... yet. I know that they are all thinking it. I have. I remember all of the wards that I have lived in over the years. Every single one of them has them. THOSE KIDS