Crazy with the Cochrans

Get ready, it's a book!

Ok, I just have to write about our crazy day. It is 11:45 and I am EXHAUSTED! Sundays are just hard. We get up early, rush rush rush to get ready and get to class/worship, scramble with things to do....no matter how prepared we are, then the fun starts for me. Worship is a battle, make it an all out war with Benjamin. I don't know what I'd do or what I'm gonna do when we have more than one child.

Let me go backwards a little. I've been co-teaching the infant class. I love seeing those sweet babies, but I get a little stressed about the class because I'm awful at it. I feel sorry for those precious little ones who are subjected to my crazy self for 45 whole minutes. Fortunately, quarter will be over soon and they'll get a normal teacher. Today, I had none and Benjamin had no teacher so I taught his class. I was reminded of the reason I don't already teach his class. He is a perfect little angel (that's what they tell me) for his other teachers, but not for mommy. So after all the getting ready madness, he had me again for class. Then worship. Back to WAR.

Rick leads singing at Collegedale so I try to sit on a pew that already has someone on the other end....preferably someone who won't mind being bothered by him occasionally. I do this so one end is blocked. He tries the entire time to get to the aisle and then walk on out to the nursery....yep, he's got it figured out. He makes it out into the aisle and he gets to go play with toys. I know, not great, but I can't fight him forever by myself. Last week, he threw his Bible into the aisle so he could go get it, and leave. Today however, he wanted to preach. He followed Rick up to the front before we began and I thought we were ok when he walked back to our pew. Not the case, he had forgotten his Bible, so he grabbed it, tucked it under his arm and made the trot back up front. Then we were starting, and he wasn't too happy about going back to the pew. I tried my whole bag of tricks but we didn't make it to the end of the first song. But when we went to the nursery, he saw the live feed of video on the TV in there, and was mad he couldn't go preach, so he screamed for a while. At this point, I seriously considered going and getting the car keys from Rick. I didn't and we fought the rest of the hour. I think the lesson was on forgiveness, but not real sure. It's funny....Rick will always ask me things about the service when we get home, "how was this or that?" I never know. It's survival mode and most times I feel like I lose. I know there is a purpose for us going, but sometimes I do wonder. I definitely think I should change my wardrobe. I need to be wearing work out clothes instead of a dress.

He was tired all day and there were many battles. Books-A-Million was fun....not. We were ok until he realized there were books on all those shelves. He wanted to pull them all off.

At dinner tonight with some friends from college, he was tired/bored and threw his passy into the booth behind us. He had already made friends with these strangers by tapping their shoulder every other bite.

Rick said I had to include this:
To tell you a little of how brain-less I am at the end of these kind of days, check this out. As we (make that Rick) was watching sports highlights tonight, Rick made a comment about how he thought the last play was goal-tending. I came back with, "maybe it's different rules for college and NFL." This will mean nothing to some of you, and that's ok, but I know better and that's why it's funny. Goal-tending is in basketball and the pro form of that is NBA. I'm losing it little by little.

Back to Benjamin, he's a very sweet, precious, busy, restless boy. He fills our days with many laughs and much joy. Ok, I'm going to bed.

Good night,