Unless you are part of our family.
My morning started out with my sister in law, her kids, my kids, and our hubby's sitting around the breakfast area by our arcadia door. All of a sudden a duck flew into our back yard. What are the chances? One in a million if you are anyone else on the planet, but if you are the family that owns a beagle chances are pretty high that the duck will wind up in your yard.
Of course the dog started howling at the duck. The duck laid down flat on the ground like it was dead. Finally we were taking bets on wether the duck was dead or just playing dead. I brought the beagle in the house and I went out to go poke the duck to see if it was alive. I got about 10 feet from it and it started flapping. Me, being scared of birds screamed and ran back into the house.
About half an hour later the duck was still in the yard, but I needed to let the dog out. So, there we are and all of a sudden WHACK. The duck hits the arcadia door with a HUGE thud. All the kids and girls scream, my sister in law dumps her coffee everywhere because of the fright.
So, this should have been an omen to me as to how my day was going to go.
Here is a short list of the other wacky events that happened that day:
My daughter took her diaper off like ten times today. She ended up peeing on the kitchen floor.
The dog (our beagle) was vomiting all over the house.
The family members that were decorating the church accidentally locked themselves out of the room that had all the tables in it for the wedding.
We forgot the sash to the brides dress at home and had to stall the wedding while I came back home to get the sash.
The AC in the sanctuary got turned off to avoid the candles from blowing out: caused PROFUSE sweating.
The dog (the beagle, of course) comes downstairs eating a dirty diaper.
My niece poops her pants.
My other dog (the normally well behaved one) jumps up and grabs a chicken leg out of my sister in law's hand and eats it.
Now for the icing on the cake, the part of the story you have all been waiting for.
My son floods the church during the reception. Yes, let me repeat that again, MY SON FLOODED THE CHURCH.
Let me tell you one of the worst possible noises in the world that someone can hear is the sound of GUSHING water where there should be NO gushing water.
Come to find out my son was in the handicap stall in the church. In that stall they have the toilet and a sink attached to the wall. In the next stall over is my nephew. I don't know what happens to my son when these two get together but trouble just seems to find them, and my son absolutely looses his mind. Typical boy, he decides to stand on the sink and peek over into the next stall to be funny and irritate his cousin.
This causes the pipe in the wall to break, the sink to fall off the wall and hundreds of gallons of water to begin gushing out of the pipe. I don't ever think I'll forget the look of terror on my pastors face while this event unfolded. I'm certain at this point we are going to have to find another church to start attending (ok not really, our pastor is a SUPER cool guy and we have an AWESOME church).
This is the point in time where I melt down. The shear embarrassment of the entire situation just broke me down. Luckily the water got shut off, and the men did an excellent job of cleaning up the water disaster, and a plumber came out and fixed the pipe before service tomorrow. It COULD have been much worse.
I swear to you that this is the complete truth about my day. I can't possibly make this stuff up. I have witnesses that can account that this is my "normal" life.
One day of drama in our household is equivalent of what some people only get in a lifetime.