Our church starts at 11 a.m. You’d assume that would give us plenty of time to get ready. Wrong! Yesterday, it was still a wacky race out the door!
The minute we arrived at church, I left my family to drop off a bag in a closet, down the hall. When I met up with my husband in the chapel, the meeting was starting and my two older girls were missing! They had gone searching for me. Then I went searching for them. After we all got back, as usual, I was chasing and unsuccessfully attempting to entertain my one-year-old, Dax.
About fifteen minutes into the meeting–that’s when I remembered! I immediately felt the back of my dress. Oh no! I had forgotten to zip my dress. A quick plea to my husband solved my problem, though he chuckled as he zipped and made a “witty” comment.
To my relief, I had randomly decided to put a shirt on under my dress. Here’s my unzipped look. It could have been MUCH worse.
My biggest grumble about this? Couldn’t anyone have said something before I showed off my unzipped self to half of the congregation!?!
Still, this is minor compared to last year’s church predicament. My then two-year-old, Mase, kept messing with my swishing skirt as I was talking to someone in the hall. Afterward, I walked Mase to his nursery class and happily dropped him off. I spoke to one of his male nursery teachers before I left, then passed a couple men in the hall and said, “Hi.”
That’s when I felt something was off. Whoa! Mase had somehow hooked the front bottom edge of my skirt to the top elastic of my skirt. I was wearing tights underneath, but my tights had a hole in a very precarious position! No photo reenactment for this story. I can feel myself cringing as I write.
On a positive church humiliation note: You may remember that large spoon my husband accidentally stole from a Christmas church potluck in 2009. I am guilt free! I returned it! Yesterday, I boldly announced my husband’s spoon theft in a church women’s meeting. Sadly, no one spoke up for that beauty of a spoon.
I ended up leaving it in the church kitchen among a hundred other serving spoons, where it will be so unappreciated. I may steal in back if it’s still there in a few months.