They (the boys) descended upon the church office like a category 5 hurricane, Snacks. Drinks. Hugs and Hellos to all. (Despite my groaning, I know the ladies love it!)
This was the highlight, Unfortunately.
I was making the boys their lunch and I look out the corner of my eye and I see Levi messing with a plug (really the plug cover) and I say "oh, don't touch that" and walk over to distract him and realize that he was writing all over the wall. With a marker. A black marker. After taking the marker and looking at the damage, I think to myself not too bad, its washable. Boy was I wrong. Apparently washable doesn't really hold up on a wall when its black. There's a faint bluish, circle right above a outlet on a very bare wall in our living room. Sigh.
Took the boys forever to fall asleep and I ended up having to sit in the hall way where they could both see me until they fell asleep. And they were taking turns crying, So that's cool.
I finally get to use the restroom and eat some food before they both woke up WAY too early.
2:58pm- time to leave to grab Brayden from school. Grab my shoes, my phone and keys...wait where are my keys. Quick search in all my normal places: counter, couch, door knob, dresser.
Nothing.
3:05 getting a little panic. Text Donald 45 times and call him 23 times. Nothing, Doesn't he know I have a crisis. Keep looking. Frantic
3:08 text someone from school. Can't find my keys, Please don't stick my kid on the street.
3:10 Donald calls finally. Please get the boy before they call CPS or something.
3:20 I am now in full blown panic mood. WHAT HAVE THEY (the boys) DONE WITH MY KEYS?!!?!
Donald gets home and helps me look. I search for the next 30 minutes. I am grouchy. I feel like I am having a panic attack. What does that feel like? Leaves me his key for the van goes back up to the church.
4:00 Something dawns on me and sends me into a REAL panic attack (still not sure what that feels like). If I left them in the door (which I am famous for) what if someone TOOK them. A FedEx guy made a delivery during nap time (AND HE RANG THE BELL, I was so mad). What if he TOOK my keys?!?! No way. He wouldn't do that, would he??
Finally, I convince myself to calm down and go about the day. My boys were getting a little crazy and I needed to focus on the evening. I had things planned for them- a craft, pumpkin pancakes, trunk or treating and this was stealing my joy.
Stealing MY joy.
I allowed this little situation to take away the joy of being with my boys. The joy of making memories with them.
So I stopped, got out the paint and we crafted. Pulled a chair to counter and had Ben help me make the pancakes. We put a bowl of candy on the porch for the trick or treaters. We got on our costumes and headed to church. We made memories and ate candy. Too much candy.
Sadly, my keys are still gone. I'm sure they are somewhere, but I'm not going to allow my lost keys to steal my joy.
