sunday, the least restful day of the week

I suppose I have resigned myself to getting up by 6:00 most days of the week. I'm not particularly thrilled about it on Saturdays, but I do it thanks to my pint-size alarm. But on Sundays, I want to know how it is fair that on my day of rest, my kid has to get up so bloomin' early. And that is when the fun begins. I make breakfast, feed the natives, clean up breakfast, wrestle the children into their clothes, brush their hair, don their shoes and socks onto their wiggly little bodies, pack the church bag (including snacks), engage in dinner prep, and try to keep everyone alive until Daddy arrives to drive us to church. Sometimes ward members are amazed that I can get two children ready on my own and be on time to church. I wonder how it would be possible for them to get up four hours before church starts and NOT be ready and on time. Especially when we get five days each week of practice when Sarah has to be at school an hour and a half earlier than church starts. Sacrament meeting is perhaps the longest hour of our entire week, and each week we barely survive. Generally, Zach and I enjoy it from the lobby while Sarah sits with an incredibly patient friend. The Primary and Nursery hours are absolute bliss. I usually stay awake. After church, we beg a ride home from our neighbors or wait patiently (and often not so patiently) for Daddy to be done and take us home. If we're lucky, Zach falls asleep in the car on the way home. Then there is dinner to be made. And since it's Sunday dinner, it needs to be good. Then there's nothing more exciting than cleaning up a big dinner after you just made it and ate it. If we experience a Sabbath miracle, Zach is still asleep, and I can take a nap. Ah, blissful Sunday nap. It generally involves at least 14 interruptions. After naps, we still have hours to go until bedtime. Hours of entertaining the children and keeping them quiet while the bishop naps. By 6:00, I'm usually about rested out from all the resting I've been doing. Somehow we survive until bedtime, and it usually involves movies. By the end of the day on Sunday, I am exhausted, not rested, and ready for the day to be over. Yet somehow, I wake up on Monday morning refreshed, filled, and ready to begin a new week.