Actual conversation with myself this morning in my room:
"If I just sit here on my bed long enough, we'll miss church. And if we don't go to church then Eric can't take Charlotte to the airport. And then she has to stay here. So I'm just not going to get dressed."
And then, when I finally came to the conclusion that sitting in my room wouldn't change anything, we went to church. And the closing song was "God Be With You Til We Meet Again."
I think we actually scared a small child, weeping and wailing all over each other.