I fixed scrambled eggs for breakfast this morning. There were just a few eggs left, so I decided to hard boil them for lunches this week.
As we were driving away from church, I remembered:
THE STOVE WAS STILL ON BOILING THE EGGS!
Total panic set in as I interrupted my daughter and told her we had to get home immediately. We had left home over an hour and a half earlier.
I still had to drive about three more miles. Some of those red lights stayed red forever! Yes, I well exceeded the posted speed limit on more than one street.
Praise the Lord! All that was ruined was the eggs. The water was gone; one of the eggs had broken open, and the smell was not appetizing. But ALL WAS WELL. Even the pan looks like it will clean up.
After the crisis was averted, I started shaking. May stepped up, bless her heart. She asked me if I wanted to lie down and offered to take care of the other kiddos. I calmed down and said a healthy dose of prayers, thanking God for his blessings.
I'm giving myself permission to eat out the rest of the day without guilt!