Those Crazy Shaffers

I feel a little guilty, because for the last two days, I've poured out the core of my heart, and you have been so gracious, which I thoroughly appreciate...and now I'm bringing you a story from the crazy part of our life. Seems abrupt.

Just about as abrupt as it seemed when it happened, let me tell you!

Our Sunday School class has a fellowship time before we actually study anything. And by fellowship, of course, I mean {in part} breakfast. Last Sunday was our day to take breakfast to class. We have a pretty big class, and I hate the thought of running out of food or of anyone being hungry. So this time, I planned to make a breakfast casserole in a slow cooker and two 9x13 pans of cheese danish. Hoped that would be enough!

I put the casserole together on Saturday, and Ryan got up in the middle of the night to turn it on, and then I got up early Sunday morning to put together the danishes and get them in the oven. And of course, as I'm sure many of you know firsthand, sometimes cooking does not go as smoothly as it should. Such was Sunday in Shafferland. I don't know if it was because I hadn't had coffee yet {I know, GASP!!!} or if it was because Ryan was catching a few extra ZZZ's at that time, but I just could not get it together. It took far too long to put together two simple danishes.

And then, of course...that put me behind for getting ready...and as the clock ticked closer and closer to our departure time, I was still slapping on jewelry and makeup and trying to be ready promptly.

And at last, we were.

Coats: check. Crock pot: check. Big bag housing the two 9x13s, the forks, the plates, and the serving spoons: check. Two Bibles: check. Journal: check. Purse: check.

Feeling quite satisfied, I pulled the door shut behind me as Ryan simultaneously said, "Did you grab keys?"

No check.

Yep. Two Shaffers in their mid-thirties on the front porch of their house with breakfast for an army and no keys.

Fabulous.

So I did the only thing I could do. I texted my mom and asked if she could come over after church with a key. And being the good mom that she is, she said that would be too long for us to wait, and she left home immediately to bring us a key.

{Insert mom of the year award here.}

I texted to her, Thank you. We feel really bad.

She answered, Just wait until we do this {and other things} over and over. LOL!!

Good comeback, Mom! I texted back, It's really not helping that this happened before coffee.

We deposited our food in the Sunday School room and headed into church, where I kept my phone in my hand so I could sneak out to get the key from Mom when messaged to say she arrived. By that time, I had consumed coffee, so I decided to stop in the ladies room before going back into church.

My mind was clearly distracted from the events of the morning, and again, I was in the ladies room...so I didn't think I should even have to worry about this, but the lid to the toilet was apparently UP, and I fell in!

Oh my goodness. Are you KIDDING ME??? Not only that, but I still had my phone in my hand and when I tried to catch myself by reaching out to the wall, I dented the wall with my phone.

When I got back out of there, I texted Mom again, The day continues. I fell in the toilet. Who leaves the lid up in the ladies room?

I had to pull myself together pretty quickly, because Ryan and I were greeters, and no one needed a bedraggled, smeary mascara greeter girl welcoming them to church! Actually, greeting seemed to cheer me up, as did a sampling of our breakfast when we got to class.

And when it was all over, we carried home our scraped-clean dishes and let ourselves in with our borrowed key.

Thanks for reading today's adventure in Shafferland!

Sincerely,

The Responsible Adults. {Responsible for dented bathroom walls, that is.}