SO, this particular Wednesday I was running behind (gasp, I know). I was trying to feed the children dinner, (which they maybe ate a quarter of), grab all the important things from the house I'd promised not to forget, stock the diaper bag, load everyone into the rocket-ship (minivan), find my phone, make sure I have the church keys, brush my teeth (possibly for the first time of the day) - and get to church in time to get the babies to their classes and still get to the Youth service in time to hug some necks.
As I get to church and start unloading the boys, I realize Marshal has on no shoes or socks. Barefoot. Perfect. At this point there are NO minutes to go home, so I carry my Mason to nursery and my cute- bare -legged Marshal to Kingdom Kids. I ask our children's pastor, with slight embarrassment, if it's okay if my son participate tonight barefoot. Of course she did, she's sweet like that. I joked that I didn't see a "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service" sign anywhere... haha, I'm so funny I know.
FAST FORWARD to the end of services. I go to pick up my happy boy - and alas! He's wearing shoes! Now - I don't know if I can fully describe how funny the situation was, or if the picture gives it justice. BUT - my little son was donned in blue, suede, at least 4 sizes too big, zip up, girl's moccasins. Fringe included. Stuffed with paper towels to keep them on his dirty feet. The details of where these beauties came from are still a little vague. But as I'm DYING laughing at my own inabililty to bring my child in shoes, IN ADDITION to the blue suede substitutes, Marshal is grinning from ear to ear saying "Mama! Look at my shoes!" And as they are falling off as he runs, he stops - bends down, puts the paper towels back in, and says, "I love them!"
Oh am I the worst mom ever? No. At least I didn't forget any children. Yet.
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