This morning, as I was getting ready for church, I stood in my bathroom and was about to do the finishing touches of my make-up. I had just completed the eyeliner on one eye when all of a sudden I heard Sarah open my bedroom door and run into the bathroom.
"Mommy! Daddy finished my bath! I need underwear!"
She knows where her underwear are, but today she needed me to get them. So I walked across the house and grabbed a pair out of her drawer and put them in her little hands. While I was helping her, I realized I had not set out Gabriel's clothes, so I went through his room to find the outfit I had in mind. Then I heard Caleb ask for some cereal. After the cereal was poured, I knew that the others would need something, too, so I fixed them an Eggo and filled up some sippy cups of milk.
Then I knew I needed to find the dress that Sarah wanted and get her to put it on. I also needed to dry and fix her hair. Caleb needed a pair of socks. Mommy needed to find Mommy's shirt.
After all that, I looked at the clock and realized it was about time to go. Everyone was ready and fed, so I told Josh to load them up in the van while I threw on my clothes. So he did.
As we drove off to church, I decided to grab the visor, open the mirror on it, and look at myself. Call me vain. I'm in recovery. When I looked in the mirror, I realized something I forgot.
The other eye had no eye liner.
One eye looked fabulous. The other looked like I just woke up.
Fortunately, no one seemed to notice. Well, that, or they were kind enough to pretend like they didn't notice. The only person I spoke with for an extended conversation was Ashley, and she talked to me like I was normal. I think that's because she stood on the eyeliner side.
So my lesson from this morning: Make Sarah get her own underwear. Distractions cause bad make-up days.
Thoughts from today's sermon...
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