Well, I thought I'd let everyone have a good belly laugh at my expense today...
Yesterday I was really rushed to get to church on time. I got there, dragged my kids through the door, went right up front and got my guitar out of it's case. (I lead worship at our churches.) Went over to plug it in and sound check it and as I bent down to check something.... my pants split! (yep.) "Great" I thought. It was like 8:58am and church started in 2 minutes so no time to go home. I'd have to act cool and play like that. So I stand up, strap on my guitar and shuffle toward my spot at the front of the church - ever so cool-headed. My husband (the pastor) starts announcements and about one minute in I look and down the middle aisle of the church walks my almost 4 year old son... arms swinging at his side....cool as a cucumber..... with his underwear swinging along in one hand! (yep. Lightning McQueen Under Roos.) My eyes get wide. "What is he doing?!?!?!" I thought. He walked right up front and like it was no big deal handed me his underwear and said "Here. I don't like these so I took 'em off". And left me standing up front, guitar strapped on, split pants and trying to quickly shove little boys' underwear into my pocket as fast as I could.
Well, I played my "set" and no one seemed to notice either incident. I waddled (quickly) down a side aisle to the nursery and waited for my sister (who was in town and also late for church) to bring me pants.
That was an interesting Sunday morning!
