I will re-tell my day to you like I did to my friends at the dinner table tonight over, you guessed it, rice. :) It might sound dramatic, because that is how I feel about it, but I assure you its all true. I just can't make this stuff up.
It started off normal, walked to the breakfast area around 7 am, where I spilled coffee creamer on my pants. I went and changed only to spill coffee on my second pair of pants 10 minutes later during devotions. I decided to stay in those pants, knowing that I usually dirty them at work and I just refuse to create more laundry for myself.
Flash forward 5 hours later. Its almost 12:30- lunch time- and my boss has left for the bank. Its just me myself and I while the kids are still in school and I have the office alone. I turn up my music and think I am finally going to get this work done Ive been needing to check off. Slowly but surely my little kindergarten bumpkins start to trickle in- they got out of school early today. I kiss them, squeeze them and send them to the lunch tables, but as usual, a few refuse to leave. (I'm convinced this disobedience is simply because they just love me so much they want to stay and not listen to anything I say). I manage to get 1 of 3 out the door and close it behind me to ensure no other kids come in. I get the last 2 kids, take them to the door and...to my surprise... it wont open. I thought maybe one of the kids was holding it closed but nope, no one there. A few minutes later I concede that I am indeed locked in my office with 2 boys under the age of 7. Oh me oh my. The all glass door quickly gives away my predicament as many of the kids gather to watch.
(Anderson and Fritz. These are their "sad" faces once we realized we were stuck.)
In the meantime, everyone decided to walk by, ask me why I was stuck in the office, insist they were the 16 year old boy that could free this white damsel in distress, offer to slide me water under the door (no idea how that could have worked out), cry because they thought I was stuck in there forever (Dave) or just laugh at the blan that cant open the door. (Blan means white and is also often confused as my name.)
Long story short I called our construction guys over and an hour and a half later they cut the door handle off and we were freed. It was quite the ordeal. I spent the time trying to keep their little hands off of everything, entertain them, ration out my last granola bar between the 3 of us, and aid the construction workers in my release. I never again want my freedom to depend on my tool skill set. I had no clue what I was doing despite my 4 hour ordeal from Friday where I locked myself out of my house and had to break in. Potato, potato the situations felt the same and the moral of the story is I now have a reputation of getting locked in and out of things. Dont worry, we all survived, some of us barely. I was doing ok until one of the boys farted.....
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(Our wonderful construction men trying to get us out.)
Twenty minutes after my freedom, my pants prediction came to pass. I left work with blood that wasnt mine on my khakis. Dont freak out. It was only a nice cut on the toe. Nothing a giraffe band-aid and a few kisses couldnt fix. But still. My pants.
I think thats about it for the day. I did not cross anything off my to-do list but that is ok, there is always tomorrow for that. Or maybe Thursday but not Friday because we have the day off. Happy Flag Day. :) Oh, AND, silver lining, besides Jesus and cute babies that wear me out and test my patience, I got a 12 pack of diet coke today. Hollaaa!
I hope none of this sounds like complaining. I wouldnt choose anywhere else to be in the world, except maybe when I was locked in my office. I still wake up every morning glad this is what Jesus chose for me. Some days are just days and you gotta love the ones that give you the best blogging material. So enjoy my crazy day, I am going to sleep! Here is to a better tomorrow, one with clean pants and doors that stay open.
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