To Top It All Off . . .

Today is Monday, the day after Easter. In Tennessee, today is the final day of rest on our four day weekend. We went to visit family in Virginia and pulled in late last night. It was cold, late, and the kids needed to get in bed. We brought in the essentials and left the extras - ie toys - in the car overnight.

Right before I jumped in the shower, my middle son begged me to get his toys out of the car. Why not? It would keep him occupied and hopefully out of trouble, something he always tends to find while I'm enjoying my five minutes of warm bliss.

Ok. I know this is going to sound nuts. You just have to understand where we live. We have some sort of privacy. The only person who could see me would be our eldery neighbor, who had just sped off the the Y for some morning exercise. The coast was clear.

I ran out to the van in my undies and loooong tank top. It covered my undies . . . for the most part. The neighborhood was asleep, drunk on eggs and chocolate. It was going to be a quick, mad, dash.

Except that the toys had rolled under the seat, so I needed more time than I thought. I crawled in and began to dig around with furry.

I did not see the van pull up.

Today was Anna's speech therapy, and her teacher decided to come early.

I can now honestly say that I have been caught with my pants down. Or maybe I should just say missing . . .

I don't know who is more traumatized, myself or Anna's teacher.

I don't think she'll come early again.