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nomorelies7997
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Date: February 27, 2016 04:30PM
About 6 months ago my husband starts talking about wanting to attend a church. He is Catholic but isn't religious about attending mass. So I oblige. We get our 4 young boys ready for mass and attend. My boys were a little bit loud, but were mostly good. About halfway through the mass an usher asks us to leave and get a babysitter for our kids for next time. My poor husband was so embarrassed. My husband then asks if I want to try my Mormon church. I had a moment of weakness and thought, what could it hurt? They are pretty tolerant of children.
I found out what ward we are supposed to go to and next Sunday we try again. We get our 4 boys dressed in their Sunday best and drive up to the church. My oldest son is 6 years old. He has autism and is non-verbal. He does make different vocalizations though. Our other boys are 4,2, and the baby just turned 1. We get there just in time. We sit close to the back to not disrupt anyone. So far the boys are being fairly good. Once the sacrament starts my baby gets fussy and wants to nurse. I discreetly start nursing him. Nothing is showing as I don't want to offend anyone. Or heaven forbid one of the deacons see a small part of my breast. (eye roll) An older lady taps me on the back and informs me there is a nursing room I can use. I kindly decline because I don't want to leave my husband alone with the other 3 boys. Now everyone is silent. Thinking about all their sins and such. My oldest son (with autism) starts laughing like a maniac. That makes the 4 and 2 year old laugh. I'm trying to quiet them down but my oldest just can't stop. He then starts to spit. I know he's not trying to be naughty, he just doesn't understand social norms. Or maybe he does, who knows. Anyway I try and get my husbands attention and tell him to pass up on the sacrament. Too late. My 4 and 2 year old start saying, I want bread, I want bread, I want bread! Now the bishopric is staring and members keep turning around to look at us. We finally get the boys under control and distracted with small toys. Everything seem to be going okay now. My oldest boy starts saying, "dee-dee" over and over. It's not too loud. We just ignore him because he can't help it. The old bat behind me leans up and tells my boy, "Stop being disobedient and be good right now!" I turn around and give her my best fuck off face. You would think she wouldn't say anything else after my dirty look. After 5 more minutes the old bat leans up again and says to me," you should take him out and discipline him. That's whats wrong-he needs discipline." I look at my husband and we grab our boys and leave. I learned my lesson. We are now content to worship God by being out in nature on Sundays. It is now our official park day and we couldn't be any happier.