Poor John

I was not feeling too well this morning and it made me grumpy about picking out clothes to wear for church. While I was debating on going or not, John (tried to) got Gianna ready. I know I've shared that she has an opinion on shoes, but today she went through a wardrobe malfunction too. She did not like the first two dresses that we put on her and demanded that she keep on tights from one outfit. I managed to get her into tights that matched her third dress and she finally settled down with what we put her in, after much crying and tantrum throwing.
But poor John. After this morning he said, " I used to not care if we had a boy, but man...."
"I know," I said. "You need a boy or you might not be able to survive Sunday mornings!"


I stayed home and Gianna and John went to church. I slept the entire time they were gone. I was much less grumpy after they came home!