Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tonight was not one of those spiritual nights.
It started when we told Ashlynn to take a shower, as we do every night. (Oh the horrors!) Then, big sister Abby asked to take a bath. Because there's no school tomorrow, we agreed, causing Ashlynn to collapse into a fit of despair, literally crying to anyone who would listen how unfair it was that her sister got to take a bath and she didn't. Never mind that she didn't ask to take a bath, we were just supposed to know that she wanted a bath, and it was all our fault that she didn't get to have one. She then flopped down on the couch in the middle of her tantrum and promptly fell asleep.
Things got even more fun when we woke her up and insisted that she join us for scriptures.
You see, we've been reading for years, and have just now come to the end of Moroni. We would have finished last night, but got interrupted by two girls who couldn't have stopped giggling if their lives depended on it. So tonight was the night. We were going to have a wonderful spriritual experience as we finished the last four verses of the Book of Mormon. We all piled onto our bed, and settled in.
Problem is, Ashlynn can throw one heck of a fit when she wanted to. The only way we got her to actually hold the scriptures was by threatening her with loss of privileges tomorrow. (I know, I know. But we tried to tease, talk and tickle her out of her foul mood and nothing worked.)
Tom had gotten through one line of the first verse when Max took a swing at him and ended up smacking him in the face. After nicely reminding Max that we don't hit, Tom playfully shoved Max a bit and Max fell flat on his face into the bed. Any other day this would have made him laugh hysterically, but a chronic lack of nap time meant a flood of angry tears. So now we had one scowling, one screaming, and I looked over to find Abby picking her toenails in my bed.
"Abby," I said, thoroughly grossed out, "Please don't pick your toes in my bed." All she did was giggle.
We got one more verse read, valiantly trying to ignore the screaming, refusing-to-be-comforted Max, when I looked over to find Abby once again picking her toenails.
"Abby!" I growled, disgusted beyond belief. "I don't want your toenails or toejam in my bed! Knock it off." That was it. At the mere mention of the word "toejam" she collapsed laughing.
Tom muttered something about how we were ruining some of his favorite verses of scripture. I looked at my crying toddler, (who was banging his head against the wall at this point,) my scowling seven year old, and my nearly nine year old who was laughing so hard that she could barely breathe and ended up with a serious case of the giggles myself. Tom sped-read through the last two verses, rolling his eyes.
The only interruption in the last two verses was when I had to remind Abby that picking her nose wasn't acceptable behavior either.
So much for our spiritual outpouring.
The good news is, we finished the last four verses. And there will be many more years of family scripture study ahead.
How about you? Any good family scripture/prayer stories to share?