This was the first day that we took Eli to church. Sundays are a little crazy here because Andrew has to be at church at 8:30 for worship practice, but church doesn't start until 10:30. During my life before Eli it wasn't a big deal, sort of annoying, but nothing to get your panties in a knot over. Ben and I would drop him off and then we'd go to Target, hit Starbucks and just kind of chill until it was time for church.

Now, there is no chilling. Maybe chill days will come again, but for now they're gone. So this Sunday was the first Sunday that we were trying to get everyone out of the house in time. We knew that I was going to have to come back to the house after dropping Andrew off because a) Target is not a leisurely trip anymore and b) I haven't yet mastered corraling two children and a coffee cup and c) I wasn't ready. So, we all pile in the car, take Andrew to church and then the boys and I come home.

During my time at home which when counting in travel time and not being late for church ends up being a little more than an hour. During this time Ben needed to go to the bathroom twice, I needed to eat, Eli was ready to nurse on both sides again, I needed to do my hair and makeup and so on. It doesn't sound too bad until you count in that nursing, burping, and changing Eli takes about 45 minutes by itself.

All this to find me upstairs in the bathroom at 10:00 and needing to be driving out of the driveway at 10:10 so I'm flying about the bathroom trying to do my hair and makeup. Ben is wandering around in his shirt, undies, and socks having lost his pants and shoes in order to go to the bathroom. Eli is laying in the bassinet...screaming because he's tired and wants to be jiggled to sleep. I'm going nuts and hurrying. I look like a loser because my clothes don't fit right and I'm hurrying so I put in a new pair of earrings to make me feel nice and whip my hair up into a ponytail. By 10:10 I'm done, but the process to get from "ready" to out of the driveway takes ten minutes by itself so now I'm late.

We get to church. Church goes fine. Eli sleeps in my new sling. All is well. We come home. I'm in the upstairs bathroom and I look in the mirror.

I see my earring. I look closer. I see a nice looking fake diamond knot earring. It's a pair that I like, but I had meant to chang my earrings while I was getting ready. Well, I was hurrying I must have forgot. I look at my other ear. Nice looking fake diamond hoop.

Oops. Mismatched earrings with a ponytail put in purposely so people would look at my earrings as opposed to my tired face. I march downstairs and ask Andrew a man's favorite question, "Do you notice anything different about me today?" He looks nervous :) and looks me up and down trying to find whatever he missed.

He doesn't notice. The real question is did anyone at church notice or were they just too polite to tell me...