There I was mid-stride. My heart pounded and I could feel the sweat coming on. I rounded the corner thinking my run was almost complete, but then realized I wasn't even close.
I wore tall black boots, a pretty black church dress, and had my hair done just so. A speaker at the oak pulpit spoke on the heavenly attribute of gratitude.
Now, this might not seem to be the perfect setting for running a race. But yesterday, that is exactly what my three year old forced me to do.
Hubby was out in the hall with Little Number 4, and all was well in the Fechner Family pew. But suddenly Little Number 3 glanced up at me with a look of pure mischief, and I knew trouble was brewing. In seconds she was out of the pew and had dashed down the aisle.
I walked calmly out of the chapel after her, but then my pace increased when I saw she had no intention of stopping. She darted back in through the gym and was in the chapel in no time. I had no choice but to begin a very unladylike chase.
After about three mortifying trips around the congregation, finally a kind lady reached out and stopped miss Little so I could catch up to her. We marched straight to a unused classroom, and had words. And after church Miss Little sat in a chair with her arms folded until I was confident she had demonstrated she knew how to be reverent in church. Believe me when I say I don't think this situation will be happening again.
But then, I never thought it would happen in the first place. I NEVER thought I would be that mother chasing her naughty kids around the chapel like a wild woman.
Have your children embarrassed you? Please, for my sanity, share a mortifying experience your children have graciously bestowed upon you.