While Paul was in Colorado, I took the girls to Sunday mass
by myself. You may not think that a big feat, but let me just say that lately, even with two of us, we have been splitting up for mass some weeks because Ella is a full time job all by herself! She is at that hard age (between 1 year and 2 and a half years old) where she does not sit still, doesn't know how to be quiet, wants to run around and play...oh and she screams.
Mass started out pretty well that day. I remember thinking during the gospel, "This isn't so bad. I got this." Well, immediately after the homily, the chaos began. Ella started to fuss...loudly. I had already tried snacks, books, quiet toys, holding her....I had exhausted all my resources. So I had to get up and take her into the cry room with Madeline, and I left Rose and Ava in the pew by themselves.
As I watch Rose and Ava from the window in the cry room, I see them whispering back and forth and messing with some papers. Every time I catch their eye, I motion for them to be quiet. After about five minutes of them not behaving, I march back into the church and tell them to come in the cry room with me, leaving all of our things back in the pew.

Back in the cry room, Ella is not happy. She does not like the cry room. She wants out and I won't let her, so she decides to throw herself on the floor into an all out tantrum. No one in the room can hear anything over her screams. I can't take her back into the church because she is way too loud and I can't take her outside and leave all the girls in the cry room. I am stuck. I just look around at the other parents whispering "sorry" and try to console her. All the while, Madeline starts fussing at me because she wants a drink and the other girls are bouncing around like little jumping beans...you would think I fed them candy and Mt. Dew for breakfast! I felt as if everyone's eyes were on me thinking, "can't you control your kids?!"

After communion, when everyone is silently praying in the church, I see the lady who was sitting next to us in the pew walking towards us holding my purse. I am thinking, "why would she be bringing me my purse? Mass isn't over yet ?!" She walks in saying my phone was ringing! I was mortified! Low and behold, I had accidentally brought my phone in church and my alarm was going off (I had set an alarm to go off every day at noon so we would remember to pray the Angelus). Ugh! I wanted to run away and hide.
What a spectacle?! We were definitely the Klinker Comedy Show at mass that day (as my friend Kim so cleverly puts it). I was at my wits end by the time mass was over, but now I look back and laugh at what a sight we must have been! It wasn't our finest moment, but that's real life with 4 busy little girls!