I had Women's Conference this weekend, and as I was on the Kitchen Crew, I had to leave early Saturday morning to get to the restaurant to cook the Peach Cobbler. (10 giant pans of it!) I woke Matt up before I left so he could get to work on the back fence before the kids woke up. ...
(3 hours later...)
My dad shows up at the church to bring supplies for mom, and says to me: "well, I'm glad to see you haven't been abducted by aliens after all".
me: What?
dad: I had three kids show up on my doorstep this morning saying their mommy and daddy had been abducted.
me: they didn't.
dad: yeah, in their p.j.'s
me: where was Matt?
dad: don't know, putting up the fence I think
me: I'm gonna kill him
So after getting three sides to this story, here's what happened.
Matt got up after I left, and opened the garage door to get tools out, then went to the back to get the fence going. The kids were still asleep. About an hour later he came in the house to check on the kids, and they were all gone. Panicked, he called my parents to see if they knew anything, and my dad told him they had been there for a couple of minutes. I guess Chandler woke up, and after searching the house for us, came to the conclusion that we had either been abducted, or there were bad people that had gotten us, and that they were not safe in the house, and that they should go to grandma's house. (down the street and around the corner) So, he got Gabe, and Morgan, grabbed their shoes, and herded them down the street at 9am on a Saturday morning. I wasn't sure who to be more upset at. Matt was just doing what I had asked him to do, putting up the much needed fence for our dog. And Chandler was just acting out of concern for him and his siblings. At the end of the day, I'm just grateful they're all okay, and we now had an exciting story that the whole family has heard, and had a good laugh about. Oh, the joys of motherhood.
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