Did that really just happen?

I'm just going to write this. Please don't judge me. Or go ahead. I guess I am who I am and I shouldn't pretend to be anything else.

But I wish this hadn't happened to me. It so isn't me. Or maybe it is, because it did happen to me.

It was one of those Sunday mornings where I wake up, try to sleep longer, but too many interruptions to allow that to happen. I make breakfast, get the kids all ready for church. Things are going fine. I look fat. I have no clothes in my closet that make me look good. But that is the norm. Nothing new.

We head to church, make it there in plenty of time to get our row. And then the meeting begins. Or maybe it started before the meeting even began. My kids going through my purse trying to find toys and food. They claim to be starving. I just barely fed them before we left for church, so I know they shouldn't be hungry. And then the moodiness begins. Nathan took Gavin's legos. Gavin wants more fruit snacks. Reese, another 2 year old at church, looks at Gavin and Gavin doesn't think she should. Then Spencer claims to be sick. Nathan has to use the bathroom and can't wait or he'll go in his pants. I let him go and then Gavin wants to go. Gavin in still in diapers. I insist that Gavin should just go in his diaper. Then he throws a fit. I take him out because he is being disruptive, only so I will take him out. He wins. He has me so trained. But the Bishop told me that kids need to be taken out when they are loud.

I take Gavin to the bathroom and of course he doesn't need to go. I can't reenter the chapel because the speaker is still talking and that would be rude. But of course Gavin doesn't get that and goes on in.  Then Nathan comes out of the bathroom and I tell him to wait until the speaker is done. Spencer comes out to tell me he is sick. Then Taneal brings out Gavin who is making a scene in the chapel. She goes back in. I'm out in the foyer with 3 boys who are well old enough to be sitting inside. And as I am thinking this, I look down and about die with the scene before me. One of my boys, not my youngest, is laying on the ground with his pants pulled down to his knees. He superman underwear is hanging out. And his hands are in the front of his pants.

I don't know how many shades of red I turned.

Why me?