Last night I thought, "Gee, I should go to church, I havn't been there in awhile."  That was my first mistake.  I should have thought, "Gee, I havn't been to church in awhile, because.....  "  I managed to get there only 20 min late.  My MIL took N to his class and held baby B for awhile.  I then took Princess C to the nursery.  Mistake #2.  She went hysterical.  Screaming and crying and snuffling and hiccuping.  But by this time, I hear Baby B out in the hallway fussing.  So I went and got him, got C, and went to the nursing mother's room and fed B with C on my lap.  I felt talented.  After B was all fed and C was calmed down, I took them both back into church.  D had went to sit with my SIL, I guess he was feeling lonely all by himself.  My MIL took B back, only to have him puke all over her.  B was fussy, and C was letting me know by saying "WAHWAHWAHWAH!"  So, I take them out to the narthex.  Apparently, that was mistake #3.  We have a guy who stands out there interpreting the sermon to spanish into a headset.  One of the ushers very nicely told me that the microphone on the headset picks up everything.  So, then I just left.  I wasn't mad at him, he was very nice, but really, where else am I supposed to go?  Should I sit (no stand, there are no chairs) in the bathroom?  What's the point of even going to church? 

Well I am off to start the CHCHC.