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A few weeks ago, we all happened to be up and eating breakfast on a Sunday by 6:30 AM, because no one sleeps on weekends here.
Just on school days.
Because of that, we decided to skip the usual 9:30 AM Mass and go at 7:30 AM because why not? We were already up.
I'm not sure what happened to my husband, but now every Sunday he springs up out of bed like a zombie and tells everyone we have to get ready for church.
Nothing puts excitement into a morning like getting ready in nine minutes.
Sure, 7:30 mass is shorter than 9:30. By a good half hour. Sure, there are fewer people, so we can cruise in right behind the procession and find a seat anywhere. But because there are fewer people, it's quieter. We are no longer in the company of other families with loud four-year-olds. We are now with the baby crowd because everyone knows they didn't sleep.
Since it's the baby crowd, our four-year-old looks incredibly misbehaved because, for all intents and purposes, he is misbehaving on an incredibly large scale. He is not great at Mass. It's like a baby gazelle being tossed into the lion den at the zoo. What can it do? The lion is free to do as it pleases, and at the very most the gazelle will try to outrun it and dodge every opportunity at falling victim.
That’s my husband and I.
We’re the baby gazelles.
Because he's four and we're at the baby Mass, two things are facts:
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- He can't blend in with other kids misbehaving who are his age, thus making us the only family disrupting the entire Mass.
- It's not cute. When a one-year-old squeals, it's cute. When he cries, “Awww he must be tired." When our son squeals, it's loud and disruptive. When he sings "Jingle bells, butt my smells, Robert laid an egg," it's not cute. At all.
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Christina Antus
Christina Antus lives with her husband and four busy kids in a very noisy house. When she's not writing, she's folding forever-piles of laundry, and probably burning dinner. She blogs about her not-so-serious life at Someday These Days.
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