I wish I had taken a picture of it, but yesterday I came home after a long day of meetings at church about a half an hour before my parents and sister and family were coming over for dinner to what looked like a crime scene.  Two diaper bags were completely dumped out right in front of the door, all of the cushions were thrown off the couches, and toys were everywhere.  Marissa’s car was gone, so at first I thought she’d just decided to take the kids to the park or something to get out of the house real quick.  But when I tried to call her cell phone, I realized that it was on the floor by the front door with everything else dumped out of her bags. 

That’s when I started to get worried.  You wouldn’t believe the scenarios I was coming up with in my mind – armed robbery, rush to the emergency room, etc.  So I called my mom to see if she had talked to Marissa; she hadn’t, but she called about every other person from our church to try to find out anything.  No luck.  I was about to have her start calling hospitals when Marissa pulled up.  Turns out she couldn’t find any of Rocky’s pacifiers and everyone was crying, so she took a “quick” trip to get one. 

So, I suppose I overreacted, but you can’t blame me.  I’m glad that everyone’s alive and that there were no guns or injuries involved.  I’m sure Marissa’s embarrassed that I’m posting this, but it’s too good a story (in retrospect) not to.  And like I told her, at least I was worried!