It was quiet and peaceful when I remembered that I had left some laundry in the dryer...and that it had been there a while.
Not a big deal unless you are sharing two dryers with a several different missionary families on a Monday. Monday is when all missionaries do their laundry. Or so it seems here at D&D Missionary Homes.
Knowing how much I dislike it when someone leaves the dryer full of clothes, I locked the house up tight, left my three sleeping daughters inside, ran across the street as fast as I could, grabbed my laundry (which had been folded and left on top of the dryer.Oops.), ran back home and breathed a sigh of relief.
The house was still quiet, the girls were still asleep.
I peeked in the big girls room and found a wide awake Elena staring out her bedroom window.
She turned around and saw me standing in the doorway.
"Mommy, who was watching us when you went to the laundry room?"
Busted, I think to myself.
"Uh...you were..." was my anemic reply.
"No, I wasn't."
"Uhmm...I asked Jesus to watch you."
"No, you didn't. We were by ourselves."
And then I laughed.
Tell me I'm not the only one who has Bad Mommy moments. It will make me feel better.