Serve me up a slice of humble pie

4:17am.
That is what time Chase woke up Sunday morning...
ready to play...
laugh...
and escape.
Because he is Houdini re-incarnated, we've had to turn his door knob around and lock the poor magician in his room. Otherwise, he roams the halls in the wee hours of the morning, and will try and go out the front door.
No lock is smart enough to keep the aspiring charmer out.
Hence, why we turned his lock around.
He was awake until at least 6am-ish, maybe a little later.
I was awake from 4:17am on.
Church, of course, is at 9am.

It's a curse I have to live with everywhere I go...sniff...sniff

I'm sitting there during the first hour, and I-was-grumpy. Everything was beating on my annoyance nerve, but the straw that broke the camel's back was when Chase head-butted me in the eye. Luckily I dodged it for the most part with my ninja abilities, but it still smarted. In Chase's defense, he didn't do it on purpose. He was angered toward me, and when he gets upset, he starts to jump up and down and my face was right above his head, so my left eye would have been a goner, except for....my ninja abilities, remember?

I had made up my mind that I would be taking my less than saintly self home after the first hours mtgs.

Church is 3 hours, and I was barely going to make it through 1 hour.

The closing hymn was Come Come Ye Saints...which is always sung during Pioneer Week.

In the LDS church, Pioneer day is an 'official' holiday in the state of Utah, and the day everyone else everywhere else celebrates when the Mormon Pioneers entered the Salt Lake Valley in 1847. They walked from Navoo Illinios to the West to escape persecution. The hymn mentioned above was written by one of the pioneers who made the long treck. The lyrics are humbling throughout the whole song, but especially in the part that says:

"And should we die before our journey's through, Happy day! All is well!

We then are free from toil and sorrow, too;

With the just we shall dwell!

But if our lives are spared again
To see the Saints their rest obtain;
Oh, how we'll make this chorus swell —All is well! All is well!"

"Aw man" was my next thought.

I wasn't being asked to leave my home to walk thousands of miles to escape the murdering mobs, I just had to sit through 3 hours of church and then go home to a meal that was waiting in the crock pot and then take a nap.

I like my slices of humble pie with whipped cream on top.

How 'bout you??