Where's your Panties??!!!

I am sure you're all wondering what in the world I am going to tell you after you read the title of this blog.  Well its' quite funny!  Anyone who has multiple children, or even one child for that matter will completely understand this post.

This morning Martin had a scrimmage.  It was the first scrimmage of the season.  So of course we were going to be there to watch in all our new Martin gear.  I got my rear out of bed at 7:30 to make sure we were all ready, full of breakfast, and at the field by 10:00.  Anyone who knows our family well, knows that 7:30 is EARLY for us!  My girls don't wake up until 10:00 most days.  It is a complete beating to get everyone up and out the door when we have to wake up that early.  So, of course we were running late!  I was rushing Adda out the door at 10:20.  You know, your nice the first few times you ask them to put down the handful of toys they want to take and then you start yelling it.  I know I'm not the only Mom that looses her cool after the 50th time of asking. 

Here's the play by play:
We pulled into the parking spot at the school at 10:25.  I was sweating like I had been running drills on the field.  My Spanks were shrinking with all the sweat that was happening.  I got the girls out and we walked towards the field.  I got all the way up there and realized I had forgotten Erin's (one of the coaches wives) Martin gear that a friend of mine embroidered for her.  I was supposed to bring it so her kids could wear their new shirts.  SO... I asked my friends Kristen and Erin to watch the girls and I ran home.  When I say ran I mean literally I ran to my car that was half a mile away from the field in the parking lot.  You can imagine the amount of heavy breathing that was going on in my car on the way home.  This girl doesn't run!  I should but I don't!  It's the asthma, Ha!!!!  I was almost home and Kristen called me!  For a second I thought, oh no something has happened to one of the girls.  Then I answered the phone and she was laughing hysterically!  She said, "Are you still at your house?"  I said, "No, I'm not there yet.  Why?"  She said, "Well, Adda is shooting a beaver!"  I thought, she meant like not sitting like a lady in her little dress and showing her panties.  No, no, no!  That's not what she meant.  She meant Adda was literally shooting a beaver, like she had no underwear on!!!  In my RUSH to get everyone out the door I forgot to put panties on Adda.  So there she was at the football game almost nude!  Listen, it's not uncommon for nudity to happen in our house, but this was not planned, at all.  So I grabbed her underoos and headed back up to the field.  By the time I got there, pulled up Adda's underwear, and got situated in our seat there was about 15 minutes left in the game.  Those 15 minutes are a blur!  What's new!  Well. this football season should be interesting with TWO little ones on my hip.  GO WARRIORS!