Untitled, for now

It's Thursday morning, the alarm clock goes off and I'm far too tired and sore to even consider getting up... but I must, for the children.

By the time I get out of bed, and yell to them that it's time to get up, we've got a half hour.  Okay kids, eat, change, brush teeth, strap on shoes and get in the van!

We managed to do it and I even got them there with 5 minutes to spare.

The problem came when I just did not want to get out of the van.  There wasn't a close parking spot, my back was sore from a roller skating accident I had earlier this week and my brain was pounding from staying out late at a homeschool group meeting. 

I had all these excuses as to why I just couldn't take the kids in and I gave in to every.one.of.them. I dropped the kids off at the back door of the church and let the oldest deliver her brother to his room {at least I hope she did}.

I drove away filled with guilt. 

I came home and put a couple drops of something on my wrists, and a few drops of something else on my temples, sat down & put an ice pack on my back. 

 

My pet peeve during the school year is parents dropping their kids off at the back door of the church for Promiseland. I just have these memories of when I was a little girl & got dropped off at church.. I didn't really want to go, my parents were fighting, and my brothers never delivered me to my room, so I always had to walk in alone. It wasn't a good experience. I'm sure it wasn't like that every single time, but that's all that I can remember.

So I'm sitting here blogging this trying to get my guilt out. 
I'm working through my emotions/thoughts and realizing that probably a lot of parents who are dropping their kids off aren't doing it because they are fighting, or because they just don't care, are lazy, etc.  But maybe because they too are hurting, but in another way.

 

Are you hurting?  What would help ease the pain?