Is this supposed to be fun?

Sundays can be somewhat challenging. My husband has to be at meetings at 7 am so that leaves me to round up the troops and make sure they are dressed and pressed and hair done etc. and be there by 8:45 or as in this morning 8:30. Miss A invariably loves to smear her food in her hair, making a very nice spiked hairdo. Miss S has severe mood swings, and can't seem to make it through the morning without a crisis. Today it was the dress I picked out. "It is just too small for her" IT really isn't , but for the sake of my sanity we picked out another dress that would "FIT JUST FINE". MIss A is not much into sitting still or being quiet, so even though we brought books and doodle pads and a box of cheerios, we still can't make it through sacrament meeting without a trip to the foyer. We play musical seats on the pew trying not to be too distracting to those around us, or even the occasional catch the baby under the seat game too.
Life with our foster and adoptive daughters is always an adventure, and sometimes even resembles a circus, but it also provides lots of laughs and great memories.

Sometimes it jusn't doesn't SEEM like alot of fun.