“Goodnight children,” I crooned as I glanced at the clock. It was 8:30 pm. A little late, but not too bad. I patted myself on the back. They should still be well rested by morning, I assured myself and settled in for a relaxing evening. But when morning came, it had a different story to tell. Both of my school aged children were zombies who did not want to be awakened from their courts of slumber and proceeded to move through their morning routines at the rate of growing grass.
*** Spoiler Alert: Have you ever had a bad case of the Mondays? I mean, really bad? I have. In fact, today was about to be one of those days.
Ok, we’ll get through this, I pepped myself. All I need is my cup of coffee for the day and I can handle this. I drank my coffee and I got the children fed. Toddler and baby carried to the car without even cracking an eyelid. Yes!
“Shoes on, coats on, grab your backpacks!”
I hustled the other two into the car. Grab the keys, grab my phone, lock the door, go!
Except my keys weren’t hanging in the correct spot. Without thinking it through, I grabbed the set next to my empty hook, which doesn’t have a car key on it. Eh, I thought. Each key set has a home key on it at least, right? Wrong. Oh, it’s okay, the door to the house in the garage should be unlocked. Nope. Well, I have a copy of the house key hidden outside! Only it was never put back the last time it was used. FAIL.
Panicking, I grab my phone, ready to call my husband and beg him to come rescue me. I wake up my phone, ready to call him on speed dial. But it glitches, dramatically reduces the displayed battery amount, then dies.
“Uh, Mama? Why are we just sitting here in the cold van?”
I lay my head down on the steering wheel, defeated. I briefly consider going to the neighbor’s house and asking to use their phone.
***Did I mention I was still in my pajamas and slippers?***
(Okay, yes, I take the kids to school in my pajamas in the morning. It’s a dirty secret of mine. Shhhh.)
But all of my surrounding neighbors had already left for work anyway. So there I sat. Completely undone. As a last ditch effort, I decide to go check the back door. As I hop from sparse grass patch to sparse grass patch in my slippers, trying (unsuccessfully) to avoid the mudslide in my yard created from recently melted snow, I actually prayed that one of my children had been disobedient and left the door unlocked. (And made a mental note to plant grass this spring.)
Folks, I felt the heavens break and God’s glory light pour down on me at that moment! Because when I touched the door knob, it opened. Hallelujah!
With muddy slippers, I dash inside and grab the correct set of keys, jump in the van, and we were on our way. Crisis averted. And the kids were still on time to school.
So, what’s the moral of the story? I dunno.
Make sure you actually *get dressed* in the morning (or at least wear cute pajamas) and get several spare keys made, I guess. Oh, and never underestimate the power of prayer (and
naughty wonderful children).
Wishing you a merrier Monday than me!