Well, I deserved that: Easter Sunday Edition

Every Saturday night Brent and I have the girls set out everything they need so readying on Sunday morning for church is as flawless as possible.

This past Saturday was no exception.

When they went to bed all their Easter dresses, shoes, and accessories were laid out on child specific dining room chairs.

Easy peasy, right?!

And, yes I know that sounds slightly neurotic.

Let us jump to Easter Sunday morning, with T – 10 minutes to leave and Banshee can’t find shorts to go under her dress.

She swears she looked everywhere.

I’m inquiring while half-dressed (a church clothes and pajama combo) and frustrated they aren’t completely ready to leave the house.

“I don’t have any shorts!” Banshee says with an exasperated tone.

“Did you look in your drawer?”

“I diiiiiiiiiiiid!”

Ugh.

Now, I’m even more frustrated.

So, I begin walking with abandon, frustration, and determination to find Banshee a pair of shorts for her dress.

I’m walking quickly, eyeing our baby gate in the hallway (it’s to prevent our dog from roaming around the bedrooms and chewing things), and I notice it’s slightly ajar.

Perfect, I can still keep this quick, frustrated step and open the gate as I walk through.

NEGATIVE.

I walk right to the gate, pull up to unlatch, and instead of walking through the next thing I know I am staring at the hallway floor.

Why is my face so close to the floor?

Why is my butt in the air and my feet not touching the floor?!

Y’all, I just shy of flipped over our hallway gate.

Just imagine the downward dog yoga pose.

That was me but with a baby gate holding up my middle.

And, let’s throw that cherry on top: my kids were right behind me, literally staring at my butt in the air because I walked away frustrated like a child.

I pushed myself off the ground and stood up.

Y’all, I was so mad.

I turn around and looked at my girls, they are horrified and uncertain what to say.

I put my hands on the gate, took a deep breath and said, “Well, I bet mommy looked dumb.”

We all started laughing.

“I guess I deserved that since Mommy acted like a child.”

*continued snickering*

And I have been laughing about that ever since.

Later I asked my girls what they thought when it happened.

They said they were stunned and wanted to laugh but was afraid I was going to be really mad if they responded that way.

Let’s be real, if it were someone else I would have laughed at them too.