Yesterday after church we had a youth leaders lunch (I felt like a bit of a hangers-on since I’m still on a Leave of Absence from being an awesome youth leader) and we sat around and ate Pei Wei and drank Fresca.  Good times.

It was raining when we left, and both Joey and I squeaked and sprinted and leaped over puddles as we jetted to the car.  Poor Joey, he was wearing canvas shoes that he completely drenched in the rain last time, and I was wearing suede shoes that I nearly destroyed in the rain in San Antonio.  And I just realized that that is SUCH A FIRST WORLD PROBLEM.

So anyway, we were in the car driving home and Joey sighed a big sigh and declared that it was just such a day for taking naps.  As soon as we got home, I putzed around the kitchen for about 5 minutes, and then it was off to nap.

Joey set the alarm for 3:30, which we figured gave us plenty of time to sleep since it was currently 2:00.

And then we fell asleep.

When the alarm went off at 3:30, Joey got up to hit the snooze.  Then ten minutes later it went off again, so he hit the snooze again.  At least that’s what we thought happened…

The two of us both woke up with a bit of a start “a few minutes” later and we simultaneously screamed the Home Alone scream when we glanced at the clock and noticed that it was ten minutes to 5:00.

I was all, WHAT HAPPENED?  It was 3:30 just about five minutes ago??!?

And Joey was like, Psssssh, I think one of us must have turned off the alarm?

I concur with that assessment. The current question is which one of us turned off the alarm.  We can’t figure it out because neither one of us remembers doing it.

And, after all that napping?  We still slept a trainload last night.

I think maybe this Woestman house has too much stress right now or something, ya think?