My patience-o-meter is busted.
The husband was gone all morning.
This means all Sunday morning preparation was left on my tired, swollen, 10-month's-pregnant self.
My toddler decided running away from a slow-poke mom is hilarious.
My maternity clothes no longer fit, except for a long denim skirt and a winter sweater.
It's 70+ degrees outside.
I had low blood sugar and was shaky.
Got myself and the toddler fed.
Toddler had a messy diaper.
Got the toddler dressed in church clothes.
Was carefully making way down the stairs to get in the car.
Toddler had messy diaper #2.
I found that my belly no longer allows me access to strap toddler in her car seat.
Spent a million years buckling the kid in.
Got to church an hour late.
Missed the husband's talk in sacrament meeting.
I am slightly irked.