Some sewing but mostly painting

We went to church this morning and I ended up all by myself up in the balcony, which basically feels like siberia. The boys went to nursery with varying levels of success (Finn ran in smiling and Henry clung to me screaming) and James worked security, yes security for the kids programs. He mostly just had to make sure everyone's stickers matched and help out where help was needed but I think it's funny that James' intimidation skills got us involved in the church. Anyways, because we were so on time for church for once, I had time to stop and get coffee, (which is amazing at our church really strong with real half and half) and they don't let you have coffee on the main floor of the church where it can spill and wreck everybody's bibles and coats so I went up to the balcony. It is strange to be in a church service by yourself when you aren't used to it and even stranger to find a completely unfamiliar perspective (literally) by sitting in a different part of the auditorium. I was more aware of how I must appear to my fellow worshipers and less inclined to participate (this could have been the siberian balcony feeling) and as some sort of emotional residue from last nights car crying episode I could barely keep myself from sobbing. I'm not sure what this crying thing is about. I am certainly not a crier, let alone twice in 18 hours. I'm open to the idea of some sort of spiritual awakening but I think I was just feeling so demoralized and all the language of being taken care of and saved in the worship music kinda swept me up. And I was by myself. So you know, I was weaker or something. Like I said I'm not sure what this is about.
But then we got home and I ditched all that emotion and got super productive. The boys went down for early rests thanks to daylight savings time and I cleaned the house, like washed rugs and the couch slipcover and all the glass ware on the dining room hutch kind of productive. I cleaned things I have never cleaned before and somehow this only took about 2 hours and the boys were still asleep. So I worked on some Christmas ornaments I'm making for a christmas craft fair at the high school where James' parents live. They are plastic ball pit balls with some sweater scraps serged in tubes and then hand sewn shut. I haven't exactly decided what else to do with them yet but I kind of like them as they are anyways.
Then after dinner, we all drove to Home Depot where I had to convince the two paint experts at the mixing counter that I did indeed only want one quart of semi-gloss for my dining room chair projects and promised that I would prep the chairs appropriately (I did nothing of the sort). I felt a little defensive walking out with my small can of paint and their judgment ringing in my ears. But then I came home and painted 7 chairs and only used up half the can. So ha home depot workers!