I think I’ve done a thorough job of pointing out my flaws, flops and failures on this blog and if I haven’t, well then hit the archives friends, they are in there in multiples. But just in case you missed them, I thought I should point out my latest failure as a mother.
Getting four kids and two adults to church on Sunday mornings should be an event in the next Olympic Games. It starts on Saturday nights (if we aren’t out late) by scrubbing 4 bodies till they shine and ends the next morning eating granola bars in the back of the suburban while I’m synchronizing the bumps in the road with my mascara wand and trying not to poke my eye out.
So does it surprise you that while holding my four year old during worship, I noticed that his pants pockets were headed in the wrong direction? My reaction was a giggle, pointing it out to my husband while he giggled, and the thought that maybe I would pull his pants down right there in church and just whip them around real quick.
If it weren’t for the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, I just might have done that.
I opted for playing dumb if someone noticed and just marking it up to “the independence I’m instilling in my children.”
Oh but there’s more!
When we went to the library today I noticed his pants were on backwards again.
“Maybe he has clothing dyslexia,” I thought as I watched him run ahead of me into the library. But as I watched him bend and stretch while picking out books, a new horror hit me.
THOSE ARE THE SAME PANTS HE WORE TO CHURCH YESTERDAY!
Which means, my dear friends, that not only has he worn those same backwards pants to church on Sunday….he wore them to bed that night and then again all day today…..without underwear to boot!
And while I appreciate his obvious attempts at trying to ease my laundry load, because he’s just so thoughtful like that now that he’s four years old, I guarantee that kid will not be wearing those pants again tonight.
Or at least not tomorrow…..maybe.