Stinky Sunday!

Hefting Christi into her carseat I caught a whiff of it again. -- But it couldn't be her, we had just checked.  After setting her down in her seat though I turned around and there it was - a big dry cleaning bill. Perfect timing too -- we had just been hurrying out the odor, I mean door,  trying to get to church before sacrament meeting started.  "The Sacrament" had ironically been the topic of our family home evening lesson six days ago and we were all committed to making it a more sacred occasion. The stinky testimony of her diaper's failure on my pants shirt and jacket now threatened that possibility.
12:54 my watch declared as I sent Deana with the other 4. "We'll be on our way once we get cleaned up." I couldn't really do anything else -- or could I?
I have heard people remark that the smell of cigarette smoke was most welcome in sacrament meeting -- it meant someone was changing.  How would they respond to a different smell?? One that meant someone needs changing perhaps? Hmmm.
I needed this one too - I had been kind of ornery that morning with my kids. I had caught myself though, apologized, and repented. I needed help though, I needed a boost.  On Monday we had discussed the first principles and ordinances and how sacrament fits in after we have been baptized.
1:06, and we sat quietly (and stinkily) in the foyer.  She in her car seat still  - I brought the whole thing in, and me hunched over to hide my decorated attire.  We made it though, and I was able to renew my covenant - in perhaps a more meaningful way than usual, because I had had to fight for it this time.
After the ordinance we left and diligently changed.  I guess that's the pattern though, right?