Predicament

This has been quite a week. Exactly one week ago, I was just 'the lunch lady' happily handing out lunches to students and training two of our school moms to take over that responsibility so I could get back to some of the general-help-hubby-with-what-needs-to-be-done stuff. Then through an interesting, yet clearly God-directed, turn of events, I became the 7th grade English and 4th/5th/6th Bible teacher. Those of you that know me know I love teaching. It has been wonderful to be in the classroom. But all the changes are not without a bit of stress. So, now you've been briefed. I can tell you about an event that happened this morning in which God reminded me not to take things too seriously.

We moved Big Ben to a new room. It's pink. That will change once we have time to paint. But everyone's wardrobes had to be switched. I have 4 daughters who each own over 12 pairs of underwear. In the wardrobe switch, I must have put the wrong underwear in the wrong drawer. So this morning Perma-Baby was walking to school, grabbing and tugging and obviously uncomfortable in her underwear. Turns out they were size 8 bikinis (she's 4). Campbell Clansman told her to please stop tugging in public and we'd fix it when we got to school. A few minutes later, she was lagging behind. He turned and saw her underwear at her knees. But she was obeying!!! She had been told to wait and fix it at school, so she kept her hands off the situation and just let it ride down, walking with wide legs to keep it from landing at her ankles!