Happy Sunday my sisters and brothers. How was the Sunday groove, I hope it went well. I have been reading and following all the post here and l really love Sunday special and decided to contribute my own Sunday Palava after reading the issue of the broken shoe heels by one of the ladies in the house. My wife loved it this is because it reminds her of my own experience. So we decided I should share my experience.
My brothers and sisters l am a catholic and I am one of those who love early mass right from childhood. Go to Church early and have the remaining hour for the day to jolificate. works for me straight and good. I always have time to myself after the 6am mass every Sunday.
So when I got married I continued the routine with my wife and as the kids came along, it became a rush, rush hour for us to try to meet up with the 6am mass. My beautiful wife complained and wanted us to change to 8am or 10am but I insisted on my old time
Whatever it takes, we end up pulling everyone out and off we zoom to church. This Sunday, we we woke up a bit late instead of around 4.30am to get set for service and in the middle of getting set, few minutes to six almighty Power holding company took the the power, there was no electricity but we were all dressed.
I dashed into the bedroom search were I kept my shoes and put them on and went to the car. My wife used her phone touch to complete her routine with the kids and we drove off. It was a wonderful thanksgiving mass and the church this Sunday was packed full for a 6am service compared to usual.
After service I decided to mingle a little with friends and family in the service. A noticed after some time that I kept receiving this odd looks from some people each time, I walk past them but it never bothered me.
At one point, I was talking to a good old friend when my five year old son came and started pulling me, daddy! daddy!! daddy!!!. I shook him away and told him to go to his mum. i made eye contact with my wife to call him and so his mum did.
After my conversation I join my wife and as we were walking towards the car, I was trying to reming my son of my instruction of not getting interrupted when talking with a friend. My five year old apologized and pointed to my feet, I looked down
Oh! God!! I realized why he was trying to speak to me and why the odd looks, I wore mismatched shoes to church. All for my early service. My wife had a good laugh with the kids all the way home.
Happy Sunday at my expense
Contributed by Augustine Chanor