History really does repeat itself. The characters in the story may change, but it happens over and over again.
At age 55, I finally began wearing dry clean clothes. Up until that point, I had kids throwing up on me, spilling their milk, hugging me with greasy or food covered hands. It was cheaper and safer just to wear clothes that were wash and dry.
About 25 years ago, Doc's father passed away. We had five children at the time. Mommy was 11 at the time and Pook was only a few months old. That leaves the others ranging from 3 to 9. First of all, imagine getting five small children dressed in their Sunday best for the funeral. We literally put them in the van in pajamas, fed them the breakfast of champions - donuts, wiped them up and got them dressed in the van. The kids looked adorable. I was disheveled and wrinkled, but as long as the kids looked great.... God bless them, the kids' Godparents came all the way from Chicago to be supportive of Doc and our family. Believe me the extra hands were more than appreciated. Their Godmother, "Kuma" was amazing at keeping them quiet and occupied. As she held the Blonde during the funeral service, the Blonde fell asleep. Halfway through the service, I heard a gasp behind me. "Kuma" had a shocked look on her face and mouthed to me that the Blonde had peed all over her. The Blonde's beautiful dress had been arrayed around her and stayed dry. Being the wonderful mother that I am (as described above with the feeding of donuts) I had extra underwear for the Blonde. "Kuma" did not fair so well. Her beautiful skirt was more than just a little wet. Being the trooper that she is and the fact that it was a windy day, she simply went outside and let mother nature dry her off.
Now flash forward to 2018. I took my grandchildren with me to a Vesper service recently on a Saturday evening. My grandson fell asleep in the car on the way to church. On this rare occasion, he stayed asleep when I got him out of the car and into church. I stood in the back of the church with him in my arms. I am often back to wearing washable clothes as the kids are with me frequently so while I had jeans on, it was a cold wintery day and I was wearing my good winter coat. Even though he is only three and a half, he gets a little heavy when asleep. I tried to shift my position and suddenly my hand was soaking wet. Yes, my grandson had peed all over me, my new sweater and my good winter coat, not to mention himself. I looked down to notice a puddle on the floor in front of me. Doc and the Blonde (isn't it appropriate that she was present?!) ran to get paper towels to sop up the mess on the floor. Nothing like making sure EVERYONE knows there is a problem. I looked at a friend standing next to me and simply said, "You don't think anyone thinks I made the mess, do you?"
Sometimes, all you can do is smile. I do believe God allows us to experience these little snafus so that we remember to be humble. Things happen. You smile and make the best of a wet situation! Please have a blessed week. and keep smiling through it all.
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!