In a Hurry

This morning we left for church in typical fashion...running around, dividing tasks, neglecting showers (okay, that was just me), packing breakfast to eat in the car, etc. One of the things I did amidst the rushing was toss down clothes for Joey to throw on the kids while I tried to get myself looking presentable in the mere minutes that remained before we had to leave. On a side note, accessories and tinted chap stick are fast becoming dear friends of mine. My hope is that these things will distract the eyes from my attempted bed head fix, pants that fit better when I first bought them, shoes that are too big, and other such fashion misfortunes.

Anyway, getting back on track here, we arrived in our seats before the welcome started, so I counted our arrival as a success. While doing the usual "greet your neighbor/meet a stranger" bit I glanced down at Carson who was sitting in my lap and noticed his jeans looked a bit odd. They had a slight flare to them and the stitching was definitely pink. I then looked to my right to see that Keira's jeans had a lovely carpenter loop on the side and the extra pockets to go with it. Laughing, I told the lady sitting next to me what happened, (in case she had already noticed our blunder), and mentioned that my husband did the dressing that morning. (Sorry Joey, a better wife wouldn't have thrown you under the bus. Maybe I'll do better with the next kid?) She kindly replied, "Hey, at least they have pants on!" I like her. She makes a very valid point.

As soon as I got Joey's attention and pointed out his error, we laughed and he made sure to mention that this was valid reasoning for why he shouldn't dress the kids. I say he's obviously in need of more practice, but I guess it is a matter of opinion. Wanting to hang onto what little pride I have left as a mom, I agreed with Joey's suggestion to switch their pants. So right then and there our kids became pantless in church for a brief moment. I'm sure people noticed, but I figured it beat the alternative. Once the right pants were on the right kid, I breathed a little sigh of relief, thankful that no one could now catch my son in girly jeans.

The more I think about this the less embarrassed and more proud I am that it took almost 11 months for us to make this mistake. Maybe next week we'll get up earlier and avoid the rush, but old habits die hard, so I'm not counting on it. So, should you ever catch us during such a fashionable moment feel free to laugh at us, assuming that you're willing to tell us why we're the objects of your laughter!