This is one of those posts that you're going to judge me for.
We had one of those mornings on Sunday. The Pater Familias got up with Eva and kept her quiet downstairs while I hit snooze and hit snooze and hit snooze and then suddenly it was 8:00. Now, we should leave for church at 8:35 to be responsible leaders. You know, get there 5 minutes early, not having sweated and sped out way to church, and all. But we don't. On a glorious, miraculous morning we leave at 8:45. But this is really not my point here.
So I was sitting there at Eva's table bleary-eyed, sore-throated, and unshowered in my pajamas, trying to get her to eat eggs and waiting for the coffee water to boil (my husband *claims* to be a coffee addict, but I know he's not because he never, ever makes it if he's up first in the morning) when he got a call to go in to work. Now. I felt the mantle of untimeliness doom that had been hovering just behind the wings of the morning slam down upon my shoulders. Unable to move in my uncaffeinated state, I just sat there and let it sink in for a couple of minutes as the door slammed behind him.
A record-fast shower and dressing later, I was trying to wrestle Eva into a cute little red dress and matching bloomers. She threw a fit mid-bloomer, so I gave up and just brought them along with. I mean, she had underwear--the bloomers were just extra. At one point (or two...) she shouted at me, "Mommy! I need UNDIES!" and I was all "We'll put them on at church," thinking she'd spotted her bloomers in my hand. Well, we got to church half an hour (or more?) late and I rushed in and practically tossed her into the nursery.
"Oh, did she have an accident?" asked the childcare lady.
"No, I just didn't have time for bloomers. Can you please throw these on? She's got underwear on."
"Uh...no she doesn't."
The thing is, I was so sure she had underwear on. She was wearing a dress--wouldn't I have noticed? She certainly hadn't had time to take them off herself, and she doesn't do that anyway. I have no snappy moral for this story. Moommmm issss stupid!!! (Say it like the mice in "Babe")
OK, I guess there is a moral. Get ready for church on Saturday night.