The Saga of Missing Devotions

My wife and I work for the same organization, and we have devotions every morning before work that we have to go to.  My wife's manager had asked all her staff to send an email when they miss devotions explaining why.  This morning was a rough morning in our household, I will let my wife tell the story.  This is what she sent to her manager:

I woke up this morning, fresh and alert.  I was in a good mood.  Ready to face the day.  My spirit was high and my hands ached to hold the Green Pen of Justice.  (note: she is a proofer)

I grabbed my sweater – which had fallen on the floor last night and been slept on by my dog.  A minor setback!  I brushed off (most of) the little brown hairs and pulled it on anyway – this will not slow me down!  

My husband was still laying in bed.  My sweet coaxing was not working, so I shined a light in his face and sternly told him to GET. UP. NOW.  Okay, a slight hitch in my gait, but the day is not ruined!  

I skipped to my son’s room, where he sweetly said, “Hey Mommy” when I walked in.  Yes, this will be a good day.  

Then he started whining, as I struggled to put clothes on him.  He wanted to wear pajamas to school.  (No, son.)  He wanted to “just lay down for a wittle bit more.”  (We have to get up, son.)  He wanted to wear Crocs.  (It’s 25 degrees outside, son.)  He wanted pancakes.  (We don’t have time, son.)  Okay, so I’m a bit shaken, but no matter!  I still have time to make it to devotions!  

We throw on our coats and sling open the door to a lovely crisp day - - and the sight of ALL of our trash thrown across our yard.  All of it.  Everywhere. 

Smalls and I retreated to the house while Lucas picked up 4 trash bags’ worth of trash, which apparently raccoons had found last night.  Fifteen minutes later he stumbled in the house, grumbling about nothing – or everything – while Smalls ran around refusing to put his shoes on.  

My dreams were dashed.  I was late.