Chain reaction.

It was raining today.

So we didn’t walked to school.

So I thought I had a little extra time to chill this morning.

So we rushed out of the house at the last minute.

So Laney wasn’t wearing pants.

So I forgot to bring my Netflix DVD to drop in the mailbox on the way out.

So after drop-off I park the van half-in/half-out of the garage and run in to retrieve the DVD.

So I accidentally lock the little girls in the car. Strapped tight in their seats.

So I frantically look for the second set of keys I haven’t seen for about a week.

So I pray really hard for help.

So I ransack the house.  No couch cushion is safe.

So I try to talk Laney through possible tips on wiggling out of her 5-point harness system.

So she starts crying.

So I try to bribe her with a Kit Kat.

So she cries even harder.

So I call Mark….

So I call the police….

So I say out loud, “Seriously, Heavenly Father! I could really use some help here!” This is not respectful OR showing a faithful heart.

So I realize that that sweater hanging on the back of one of the kitchen chairs has been there for awhile.

So I look in the pocket and find the extra set of keys.

So I call the police back.

So I call Mark.

So I apologize to you-know-who for my bad attitude.

So I apologize to the nice policeman that didn’t get the message that he was no longer needed.

So I put some pants on Laney.