We were late to church this morning but it wasn't because I wasn't ready.
It was because, last night, when my two gum-addicted children were out looking in the car for my gum, they inadvertently hit the locks on their way out. With my keys still inside.
So, this morning, when I went out, surprise, surprise. Locked.
No worries, we have a spare. I got down on my knees in the driveway and felt under the car - the entire length- and - no key. (I was dressed for church, too. Just saying.)
Okay. This was exasperating to me considering the fact that I was really proud of myself for not being late on Spring Forward Sunday.
Lucky for me, Daniel answered my cry for help, was in town, not on a call, and was allowed to bring the ambulance and his partner home to rescue us with his keys.
Especially when Daniel found the little key box under the car. Huh?!?!?
"Hayley, you have to lay down on your back under the car to get it. " (Well, that would be why I didn't find it, I guess. I wasn't laying under the car in my dress.)
We made it to church only twenty minutes late. I feel like my whole life has been a lesson in "pride goes before a fall" but obviously I haven't learned the lesson well enough.
Never a dull moment, here!