The tragic staining of my white pants

I am hoping to post a blog at least once a week to tell stories/keep you guys updated on all of the things I’ve been doing! With that being said, here is my week in review!

This week went by SO fast! It’s kind of a blur to think back to all of the things that happened, but there is one thing in particular that stands out.

The tragic staining of my white pants.

The day started out normal. I woke up, read my Bible, picked out my outfit, and got ready. But the decision I made in picking out my outfit would forever alter the events of my day. I decided to wear my gloriously white pants…

These pants were perfect. Not a stain on them. They sparkled in the sunlight. That is until they met Sloppy Joe.

I walked into work and went about my day. Got some good work done, talked to my coworkers, worshipped around the piano. To say the least, it was a great day. Until lunch came around.

This all happened on a Wednesday. Some background information: Wednesdays are community lunch days. It’s a wonderful day because we worship around a piano and then go eat lunch– which is provided. With these lunches, there is a clean-up crew on duty that helps clean up after lunch. Fatefully, I was on clean-up duty for the day.

All was well, until I selflessly decided, out of ALL the other jobs I could have done, white pants aside, that I would be the one to clean the dishes. Some more important information to know– today

was Sloppy Joe day… If you didn’t know by the name, Sloppy Joes tend to be particularly sloppy.

I was attempting to clean the crockpot that held the dark red meat but I was proving unsuccessful. As I was aggressively scrubbing the dish, a tragic series of events unfolded that ended in a splash that sprayed my whole front side with the dark red sauce. As you can imagine, I was stunned into silence… frozen in disbelief.

My beautiful, white pants were horrendously stained.

To make matters worse, this whole clean-up job that was supposed to take 15 minutes was taking quite a bit longer, causing me to miss part of a meeting that I really wanted to be at. To make matters worser, this meeting was held outside, right next to a window of the room I was cleaning in. I was hopelessly witnessing the meeting take place as I was stuck inside.

Barely managing to hold it together, I finished cleaning and grabbed my things to go outside. Very quickly, the tears were streaming down my face. I could no longer keep it in.

I made it to the table they were sitting at, and one look at my face gave me away. The question, “Are you okay?” was met with open floodgates. I explained what had happened and my boss proceeded to cry with me. We continued on with the meeting and I tried to forget what had taken place. This proved impossible when I looked down at my arms and realized I had sloppy joe sauce all over them.

I. Was. A. Mess.

Once the meeting was over, my boss graciously told me I could go home, which I gladly took her up on.

One important factor to take into consideration if you are thinking this is all a complete overreaction (which it totally is) — I was on one of those things that women typically endure once a month.

On my way home, I called my mom as one does when unconsolable, and continued to sob. She told me all the ingredients I would need to rescue these pants. Thinking the pants were too far gone, I reluctantly went to the store.

Quite comically, I walked through the store with a swollen, tear-streaked face, wearing my stained, white pants, clinging to a bleach spray bottle I received many pitiful looks as people took in my appearance and inferred the tragic events that had occurred.

I finally made it home, took a shower, scrubbed at the stains with my mom’s instructions, ate a bowl of ice cream, and took a nap.

Miraculously, my emotional state AND my pants were cured!

I was reminded that day that my mother is a very smart woman and ice cream is a very wonderful comforter.

That is just one event that took place this week. Some more events that occurred:

• Pickleball

• Campfire worship night

• Basketball games

• Fire-extinguisher lessons

• Small group Bible study

• Some more pickleball

• A beach day in Chicago

• Bike rides

• And the best thing of all... I FOUND OUT I GOT FULLY FUNDED!

I am absolutely floored by the great Provider God is! Seriously, I am so grateful for the ability to be in this place because of the support I have received! Thanking God for YOU and for your faithfulness to give so generously! I am so excited to continue taking you on this crazy, beautiful journey with me!