You didn't think Clothing Was Optional, did you?

Linking up today with 7 Posts in 7 Days and What I Wore Sunday...just a linking machine I am, I am!

I wish you could all have prayed for me this morning.  You could have started, oooo, right around when David turned to me in bed and said "Oh, when you get to church, can you set up the communion table please?"  and then got up and left for work.  Leaving me with two sticky, hot children to dress and drag off into the wild blue yonder all by my lonesome.  And then you could have tossed in a thousand or so prayers for the children, who had to eat cold pizza for breakfast because mama neeeeeeeded a shower, and one or five cuppa teas.  No, actually you could have started with the discovery that we had no clean diaper covers, or maybe that we didn't fill a prescription yesterday that we need today.

Wherever you start, you would have had to continue right on past the wanton destruction of all cleaned surfaces in the house by Clara The Destroyer, and the spectre of 'Too Much TV'.

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Alright.  I have a bit of an explanation to make here.  I haven't been linking to anyone very much lately.  And there's a reason.  Sort of.  I mean, it isn't a very good reason but it is kinda a real one.  You see, I'm not joining in a lot of link ups because I really like blogs; I really like beautiful blogs.  I like pictures of other people's lives, and children, and backyards and holidays.  I like the pictures, and for some reason I seem unable lately to replicate anything even kind of sort of approaching a decent photograph.

It's not for lack of trying!  Take a look...

See?  That's a What I Wore Sunday post...that never happened.  We got dressed, we got outside, I had a friend come over and take a picture of us with the horrifically un-mowed clover field in the background, and then I just didn't post it.

Now I don't know why, maybe it's because I don't like the pictures I'm taking enough to post them, or maybe I'm lazy by the time I get home from church, change, put the children down for naps and collapse in a heap of tension.  I'm not a psychoanalyst, I'm just a gal trying to get a post up here, but today - well, today I was going to do it if it killed me.

And so we just plowed through, we did.  Straight through the awful behaviour, the endless crying, the discovery that the only functioning single stroller was soaking wet and Samuel's shoes were as well.  Keep on going!  Are you wearing a plaid shirt and striped socks and slippers to church?  Good, excellent!  And you?  Are you barefoot and in your brother's diaper cover and no hat?  Right!  Fine!  Hold on, babies, I've got to hot glue gun my shoe back together!  Wait just a moment, somebody pooped!

My hair is wet, doesn't matter, don't stop now, the stroller is locked in a reclined sleeping position, that's fine, get that baby in.  Take pictures, everyone smile.  Let's go to church.

The only time they were both standing.

Dreary looking.

Dark, frowny.  Whatever.

I'm wearing a dress from Forever 21, a cami from Walmart, shoes (that you blessedly cannot see) also from Walmart.  My necklace is a little pocket watch clock on a chain, and it's a Christmas gift from my parents from several years ago.  My bracelet is a plain silver chain and my headband is from the Dollar Store with an antique cameo broach pinned.

I have a nice camera, I do.  And I just don't understand why I seem completely unable to USE it.