It took me 3 hours and 8 minutes to get Buster ready for church. I'll spare you the details... the battles, the screaming. Every Sabbath is the same scenario. It isn't because he doesn't like church. He loves it. There is not a single motive I can pin on him for the trial EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK except that he is incredibly successful at controlling if we get to church on time or not.
I declare war.
Every morning this coming week we are going to pretend we are going to church and I am going to time him and he will dress in church clothes - right down to the church shoes. He will do everything he has to do to prepare for going to church; EVERYTHING.
He also will make restitution to each family member this week for making them late again. We've lined up several jobs for him already.
I don't know what to do really. I've taken him to church in his pajamas before and had him sit in the car where he proceeded to pee multiple times in his car seat even though he could have told me he needed to use the potty. I was right there. I've hiked him some Sabbaths up to 7 hours. I've kept him home. I've done everything I know and he still makes us late or I don't get to go at all. I've had it. My whole focus is going to be getting ready for church this week.