Sweet
Hello There Resolution, I’ve Been Waiting for you.
Weak
Extreme Measures 
It was Sunday evening and our sweet little 16 month old angel was being anything but angelic. She seemed to be trying to make a statement to the family that this was her show and we were lucky just to have supporting roles. She was cranky and whiny and just couldn’t get right. She didn’t want to play and the only time she smiled was when she was taking something that she shouldn’t have and throwing it on the floor when we said no.
She may be the smallest member of this family but on Sunday night she was taking more than her fair share of the pie. Our oldest just wanted to sit and color without prying crayons from her little sister’s mouth and the evening’s soundtrack of constant crying and bickering was putting everyone on edge.
With nerves starting to frazzle is was time for dad to step up and be the captain of the ship. So, I walked into the bedroom, put on a pair of khakis, laced up my shoes and decided to make a stand. This kid needed something that we apparently weren’t able to give her so I got her dressed and we headed to church. Sometimes it is in our darkest hour that we turn to God for help.
Luckily the church is only 3 miles from the house so we made it just in time for the evening service to start. I carried our little one and a bag filled with diapers and juice and Cheerios for her to sprinkle on the floor to the church nursery. I checked her in, handed over her gear, and gave the nursery worker an apologetic nod. I should have slipped her a 50.
Then, without looking back, I walked out to the car and drove home basking in the silence and hopeful that the preacher would be long-winded. Sometimes parenting requires an outside of the box approach and the next 90 minutes of monster free peace was just what we needed. I said a prayer of thanks to baby Jesus and gloated a bit at my stroke of genius.
This didn’t really happen but when your kid is bad enough that you contemplate extreme measures it is totally weak.
Simon C. Holland 
April 19th, 2012 at 12:33 am
I had also loved it, and would be an awesome thing to try if i had children. It’s very genius idea. One, it’s free. Two, how would they know for sure if you stayed or not? Three, Just a cool Idea.
Could I do it and not feel guilty? NO!!. Would I do it? NO!!. But great idea.
February 25th, 2012 at 5:55 pm
LOL!!! this is just hysterical. I like your thinking. loved this so much I posted it on facebook. thank you for a good chuckle.
Regards
Cindy
@notjustagranny
February 25th, 2012 at 7:09 pm
Thanks for sharing and for the kind words!
February 24th, 2012 at 6:30 pm
I’m glad you didn’t actually do it, but it is a great perspective.
February 22nd, 2012 at 6:49 pm
Awesome, hilarious post!
February 20th, 2012 at 4:42 pm
Great post. I used to teach Sunday Scool many years ago, though, and that was done to me a few times that I know of. Especially on Wednesday nights. Parents dropped the little ones off at the nursery, and I could actually see them through the window walking out to their car!
February 19th, 2012 at 9:48 pm
Good one — nice imaginative way to get perspective.
February 16th, 2012 at 3:27 pm
I had never thought that babies could also function as a crayon holder/sharpener. Perhaps all of the running around you do with the girlies counts as a form of exercise?
February 15th, 2012 at 1:20 pm
In Theory it seems like a safe place to leave your child. I wonder if it has ever been attempted?
February 15th, 2012 at 1:12 pm
This was hilarious. I was so thinking, “oh, can you do that?” I shouldn’t have avoided church for so long. LOL! Made me giggle.
February 15th, 2012 at 9:44 am
Yes, you know me well enough to know I wouldn’t go through with it, but it is a pretty interesting idea.
February 14th, 2012 at 5:04 pm
Hahaha – you had me there! I was thinking, “he didn’t go in?”
February 14th, 2012 at 7:45 pm
Me, too. I gave a little involuntary gasp, thinking, “No way, Simon wouldn’t do that–would he?” My evil twin was thinking, “Wow, great idea!”
February 14th, 2012 at 11:31 pm
Haha! My jaw dropped open in my mind. But I also had that little moment of, “but smart idea…”