This should be fun

[Momma_Halo]

I love my husband dearly but when it comes to church he refuses to go. Now I don't go to a church that damns everything in sight nor huge sermons on hell and brimstone. I just started going to a Universal Unitarian church.

When my husband went to church all he got was the speech about hell and sin. Never feeling like he could do anything to be good in God's eyes. So he is vehemently anti-church. No matter what church it is.

Now on the flip side he loves going to my Pagan gatherings and even will shell out money to pay for a few trinkets here and there. He says it is so open and accepting. Now he is not pagan and he does believe in God he just does not believe in his followers anymore.

So I go to church alone. He tells me he will watch Tomas while I go on my merry way to church. But when I get there it isn't just Christians there. It isn't just preaching, it isn't just straight couples, it isn't just a lot of things. It is a huge array of people all open minded and sitting together believing in love thy neighbor (meaning the person next to them).

The vibes I get off of this place is just welcoming, loving, kind, sweet, and open. And the sermon that day was about loving the Earth and respecting her. I was instantly in love with the church.

So I had been begging my husband for two weeks to go with me... months before that. I hate going to places alone. Well he got an assignment from his college communication class about watching every one's communication skills. He then needs to write a report on what he found. Well the teacher told him to go to church since that is the best way of viewing communication. He tells me he is going to church with me next week.

Alright I had no clue he had this report to do so my initial response was choking on my water. Wasn't this the guy who told me "Oh hell frikin no"? I get this huge smile on my face and jump up and down. Because I just KNOW he is going to love everyone there. How can he not? They are all awesome. After he told me it was then that I accepted what I could get.

I am in no way trying to convert him and I respect his faith. I just wanted to get him out of the house and hanging out with a great group of people.

After all of this settles in I realized crap I don't have clothes for my boys to wear! I stare at the large mounds of laundry due to our finals week takes up all of our time and what time it doesn't take up our son takes over.

So on to laundry! Sixteen loads, SIXTEEN LOADS, how does a family of three go through sixteen loads in a week?! And it wasn't my clothes! It was theirs!

So now I am finishing up the loads of laundry and I need to scrub down the kitchen because my son decided koolaid looks better on the floor. I have to vacuum the house, scrub down the bathrooms, and straighten the rooms. The week after finals are way to chaotic.

Now during this whole time of scrubbing I am imagining taking my husband to church with my son. First I have to wake the boy up and get him dressed and ready. That would be easy but like I was reminded by a certain blog... keeping him clean before church is going to be complicated.

Then I have to wake up my husband and get him ready for church. Unlike other husbands this one needs me to "motivate" him. Clothes out, shoes out, shower going, and me dragging him around.

When I get to the church it is going to consist of me dragging my husband by the feet into the church doors while he is screaming "No! It is too early! I want to go back to bed!"

My son on the other hand will be laughing his little tushy off and say "Daddy is funny". And then when he sees the play room run in as fast as he can.

Sometimes it is complicated being a mother and wife. I think I am tired just from thinking about it.