Blessed are the Mondays.

 Jeremy texted me a picture early in the morning and said "Penny's out! Can't find Penny!" and attached this:

Penny is our gerbil and knowing where gerbils can hide, an empty ball with the lid off on the floor is a little frightening. I start texting Jeremy back to tell him where she hid last time she made a great escape when I get another message from him saying "Bad to worse! Looking for Penny. E cries. This is happening!"

Oh, for the love. I was laughing (and concerned) so hard. I made smoothies with the kids before I headed out and apparently Evie tipped hers a little too far and this happened. But then, it came full circle because Jeremy turned around to get a towel out of the cabinet for Ev and happened to look over at the play kitchen right next to it and saw this:

"No worries. Found Penny. In the kitchen. Evie's in the bath. All is well again." Oh, but sometimes I look at that little series of texts just to make myself laugh again. And again. And again.