Sunday's

Am I the only person who really does not enjoy going to church, ever?! I always knew that going to church with small children wasn't easy but my gosh, it is the WORST! It feels like it takes me an entire week to recover from the last Sunday and then it starts all over again. Don't get me wrong, every few weeks I really crave going to church to have some spiritual time, but that is usually on a Wednesday or Thursday and by the time Sunday comes again, I am sick of yelling at my kids and cleaning up their messes and the last thing I want to do is drag them to church and wrestle them for 3 hours. Andie is getting better, she sits mostly through the first hour because she knows the time to "play with the kids" is coming right after, but Brady, he is another story. He climbs all over the place, across everyone on the pew, and throws his crackers on the floor. He hates to sit still and I am the only one he will allow to wrestle him. Every once in a while the people behind us will catch his attention and he will play peek-a-boo with them but even then, he is SO LOUD. We always end up in the hall, where there is no place to sit, and I am stuck holding him because I don't want him to think that he can be a brat only to go out and play. Once nursery time comes it is great because I can take Andie and only am left to wrestle Brady. Luckily, Andie loves to be anywhere there are kids and it's ok for Mommy to leave. At this point Brady becomes even more of a handful because it is past morning nap time and Mommy is the only person he wants. We attempt to go to Sunday School class and last about 10 minutes because Brady just can't sit still and resorts to going limp so I can't hold onto him. We manage to make it thought the 10 o'clock hour and by the end my arm is about to fall off because I have been holding this GIANT child for 2 hours straight. I am spent and the kids are way past naps so we get everyone and skip out on the last hour, EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK.
Am I going to Hell for this? I know it is terrible that I don't want to go to church, in fact, most weeks I despise going but I also feel that the Lord understands and the fact that I do go every week counts for something. I have decided that I need to go to show my children how important it is to go to church even though I personally don't get anything out of it. Like every thing with children, this phase too shall pass. I look forward to the day when I can go, listen, and take home the things that are being taught at church, until then, I will continue to instill the importance of going in my children. Bottom line is, if I didn't believe the Gospel, then I wouldn't make such an effort to try and rise my children with it.