So if your Sundays go anything like ours the essentials consist of :
1. The mad rush to get the whole family in the chapel before the opening song finishes (even though you were aiming to be there five minutes before the hour).
2. A stressful hour, lightly seasoned with peace and comfort, and a blissful following two hours where you are virtually child free and surrounded by all the adult conversation/spiritual uplifting you could want.
3. The despearate rush to get food into hungry mouths when you reach home so kids can then go down for naps. This way you can also take a nap and not be interupted five thousand times by busy children who don't understand the phrase, "mommy is sleeping...".
4. And last but not least, the grand finale of a huge wrestling session that take place on the 'wrestling blanket' as soon as everyone wakes up 2 hours...I mean 45 minutes later.
Things get a little rough around here. Just to be fair, I do not usually join in. When asked, I gently and patiently remind them of my superior WWF skills and they remember that no else really has even a small chance of winning when the champion (that's me) enters the arena (that's the wrestling blanket).
Always truthful on a Sunday-