Not Me Monday

I did not lock myself out of the house with the van keys inside...

With all three kids dressed in their Sunday finest.
On the one day of the week when my husband is absolutely unable to come rescue me.
During a downpour of rain.

Oh no. Not me.

And I did not yell "oh, crap" when I realized the predicament I was in. Only to have three sets of little voices repeat that sentiment. Over and over. And over again.

And I did not allow those three little ones to play in the rain and find slugs and snails to keep them occupied and happy while waiting to be rescued. Because they certainly weren't in their Sunday finest. And my children are tidy children. They don't enjoy getting dirty.

Nope. Not me.

p.s. Don't worry...I eventually was able to get a hold of a friend who graciously found Jeremiah at church, got his set of keys from him, and came and rescued us.

p.p.s. No slugs or snails were harmed in the making of this fictional story.

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