My Asthma Attack

Today we went to church for a staff pitch-in luncheon. As we were walking into the church, another mom and her child were walking in also. Her little boy was crying, so I offered to carry her large crock pot so she could pick up her son. So I go down the hall to the room we are eating in, and Devin and Dalton start running the other direction towards the children's wing. My husband decides to go find them while I drop off the meatballs and the pie I brought. So Steve returns and says the boys are not down there. So I go into super freak mommy mode. There are several unlocked doors that go outside (the preschool was in session), and they are no where to be found! I start sprinting outside around the church screaming. There are people practicing for a driving test in the parking lot who call the police. No one has seen them. I run to the lunch room and ask scream for help. So more of us start running towards the children's wing and they are walking out of one of the classrooms. (Devin has a ball he found in his hands, of course!)

So the children are found, and we go to the lunch. My appetite was still somewhere running around the church, my adrenaline was pumping, and I could hardly breathe! The boys eat like nothing happened (because to them, nothing happened!). Then we come home.