Have you ever had a day that just started off on the wrong foot from the minute you woke up? That would sum up my Sunday until about 9pm. I woke up and wrote a few posts and and then got the kids up and ready for church. When I went to put them in the car I realize that the diaper bag was MIA, which meant so was my wallet. My husband wasn’t home so I called him thinking “I can’t believe he forgot to leave the diaper bag here!” He assured me he had cleaned out the car when he moved the car seats on Saturday so the search continued. Since we live in Northern NY (25 miles from Canada) I decided to go out and start my van so that it would be warmer by the time I put the kids in it. I come back inside to continue the search and even ask the kids if they have seen it (remember they’re 1 and 3 so they are often the culprit, and sometimes confess). I looked for 35 minutes for it and finally found it (buried under all the stuff my husband had cleaned out of his car). I’m thinking FINALLY we’re going to be late, but it’ll be OK. Then I took the kids out to put them in the van, but my sliding doors were frozen shut…I mean like putting my foot on the front door to create leverage kind of frozen shut. It took me at least ten minutes to get them pried open. I finally get everybody loaded in the car and go to scrape the ice of my windshield and the scraper breaks… I open up my wallet looking for a card, nothing but my bank cards, Military ID, and Driver’s License. Of course I cleaned out all the “rewards” cards I had stuck in my wallet last week. I decide that since I can’t use the bank cards and my Military ID is like GOLD I’ll use my Driver’s License. Five scrapes in, it breaks almost in half! It was 11:45 by the time I was even ready to leave the driveway (church starts at 11). Needless to say we didn’t make it to church, which always is a bad start to the week. The kids are hysterical by this point and they are hungry because we usually go eat after church. So off we went to Taco Bell because I don’t do sit down restaurants with the kids on my own unless I have to. This part of my trip was uneventful, but delicious. I came back to the house and get out of the car to get the kids unloaded and as I’m looking at the ground to walk around the car since it’s icy there’s a GUN laying in the snow…
I know what you’re thinking at this point. I’ve had to make all of this up, but I promise it’s true. Cody wasn’t home yet so I usher my children inside, sit them down to watch a cartoon, and I trapse back out to the snow and stand next to my car. As I was walking out there I was thinking please let me be delusional, surely that wasn’t really there. We live on an Army post who would leave a gun in the snow?! Well, it was really there so I take a picture of it and call my Dad. I can see on the gun it says NOT A TOY can be FATAL if used incorrectly. I knew it wasn’t a normal handgun, but still I was obviously concerned. Our neighborhood is FULL of young kids and this thing looked pretty realistic. My dad takes a look at the picture and tells me it is a pellet gun, but that it can still be dangerous. Thankfully he also informs me it’s missing some important pieces, what a relief! I was so happy I didn’t have to call the MP’s (Military Police) and try to explain this to them. Although I was trying to figure out why a pellet gun didn’t have some sort of indicator that it wasn’t a REAL handgun (like the bright orange piece on the end of toy guns). Once my husband got home I made a Target run and saved over 50% so that made my day a bit better. I just had to share this with you all so that next time you’re having a rough day and need a good laugh you can think of this story. Looking back it’s actually pretty entertaining, but at the moment I was SO frustrated!
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