How ridiculous is this? Yesterday after church I went out to the van and the kids were all in there waiting. Usually Steve is there with them and I am usually the slow one. But this time Steve wasn't there. So we sat and waited for a while. Then I remembered I had something in my car I needed to take in to someone so I ran back in the church. Just as I was coming out, the kids set off the alarm on the van. Zac usually drives us home from church and I am guessing he was having a power trip in the drivers seat and locked the doors and then someone opened one of the doors. The only way (that I know of) to turn the alarm off is with my key chain. Steve usually drives us to church and he refuses to carry my big key chain, so he uses the single key (we have been locked out of the house multiple times over his refusal to carry the full key ring). Anyhoo. We didn't have the ability to turn the alarm off since the key ring was sitting at home in my bedroom. And Steve was inside the church with the key. I thought for sure if we had the key and put it in the ignition and turned the car on, the alarm would stop.
That is when I remembered that during Sunday School Steve asked me if he had given me the key because he didn't have it on his person. This is so not like him, and I am really afeared he is becoming slightly senile in his old age. We concluded that the key must have been left in the vehicle. Thankfully it was. So we tried subduing the alarm by sticking the key in the ignition. No luck. We tried locking, unlocking, opening doors, putting the van in reverse, putting it in drive. All the while people in the parking lot were staring at us like we were idiots (I would have done the same thing had the roles been reversed) and there was a ward in the building still having meetings and I'm sure we were being more than distracting. So I ordered Zac to drive, Steve or no Steve. Yeah, we drove all the way home with the alarm blaring. Past all the Deacons out doing fast offerings and all the families walking home. It was great. And not annoying at all. We had to stop and drop Zac's friend off at his house. We finally made it home, located the key ring with the remote and blessedly turned the alarm off. Could there possibly be a more ridiculous design in a car alarm? I'm really scared now because that key ring remote is pretty old. And it has been dropped a whole lot of times. And it is about to fall apart. So...what happens when it does? I have no idea. Do you? No, really. Do you?
I feel so bad for little Addy. She has a kindergarten field trip this morning and I was supposed to go with her, and she is so sick. She has a fever and a super bad cough. So we had to stay home. Poor girl. I do have to be completely honest and say I'm not too terribly disappointed that I don't have to walk around a farm with the layer of snow we woke up to this morning. But I do feel bad for her.
We were driving down the road the other day and Zac said, "I'm not too keen on that." And I looked at him and said, "Did you just say keen?" And he said, "Hey! I'm reading a book by a British author. It's not my fault!"
This is way super old, but I have a list of musings and it has been forever since I have done them, so bear with me. But one night when Steve was watching a football game Aubrey said, "I know the Rednecks are playing tonight, but who else is playing?" She meant to say the Redskins.
I know I should probably be happy Emily likes to play her flute so much. But I fear she uses it as an excuse to do nothing else. She can't do her chores because she has to practice her flute. And she practices it all afternoon after school. Then it is time to get ready for bed and she doesn't have chores or homework done. So the whole flute thing is starting to get on my nerves. But I feel bad making her stop when she enjoys it so much. I guess I'm going to have to make a rule that she must have everything else done before she practices. The only problem with that is she gets out of school so late and she has Young Womens and soccer or something else everyday that by the time she gets everything else done, and by the time she could practice her flute, I'm trying to get her sisters to sleep and she is trying to play. Oh the dilemmas...
Happy Monday!
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