The day started out rough - just one of those mornings, I woke up early enough, but somehow ended up running out of time to get everything accomplished. I did manage to dress, get my girl dressed, put dinner in the crockpot, make her lunch and start to leave the house on time. Only one problem, I forgot to make myself a lunch and had to rush around to throw a sandwich together as my daughter was sitting (rather) patiently in her car seat.
Lunch made, we headed out for the day. The drive in to school was fine, very uneventful. We arrived on time, I got to work on the day's resource gathering mission, and left my child to play in my classroom with my co-teacher's child. I came back in the room only to find that my sweet, charming child had just whacked the other child in the head with a cardboard (thank goodness) block because the other girl had torn down the tower my Hannah was building. Great - just what I wanted to confront at 8:00 AM - misbehaving four year old.
I nipped the behavior in the bud and took her to her classroom! Then my day officially started. Our class of normally sweet, quiet and reserved two year olds was replaced today by a whining, loud, rambunctious, disobedient one. Goodness, was I ever glad to see 1:00 PM arrive on the clock face.
I loaded up my child, all her belongings, my teacher bag, my drink, and our coats and headed for home. I had been telling people all day how much I was looking forward to going home and taking a brief nap before finishing dinner and heading to church tonight.
We strolled out to the car and as I approached Hannah's car seat side, I was greeted with this...
well, if I had a camera I would have a picture -- but just use your imagination - it was
A FLAT, AS A PANCAKE, TIRE! And just for the drama, the screw that did the dastardly deed was sitting there looking at me plain as day as it was letting all the air out of my poor tire.
I was undone!
I called my husband, who was sleeping (night shift) and couldn't rouse him with the phone. My daddy is out of town, so I called my father-in-law. (Yes, there is a "boy to call when the car is messing up" list -- it is my hubby, my daddy, my father-in-law, and the only two ex's I would trust with my car - J and T - and after that -- I am stuck on the side of the road hoping a stranger who is not an axe murderer helps me out!)
Lucky for me (and for J and T!!) my father in law was home and he did come rescue me and the girl. A few short hours later and we were home - with our patched tire, our tired bodies and the pizza we picked up on the way home. I was so tired and stressed I completely forgot about the dinner I had put in the crockpot before I left this morning.
The afternoon progressed, no nap for anyone, and soon we were gearing up to go to church. I bathed and dressed Hannah and got myself ready. I went to get her shoes out of the car (we spent the waiting time on the tire rescue in the sandy playground at school - barefooted!) and couldn't find them. I seriously thought I was going to be in a padded cell by the time the day was over. Too much stress ( I realize it doesn't sound all that stressful - but trust me -- I was stressed!) had blown my over-tired mind. I searched the entire car and still no shoes. I called my father in law - because I just knew I had probably put them in his truck bed... so I was already counting them as LOST.
Hannah - yes, my four year old, was suddenly comforting her mommy. She told me not to worry, we still had another pair and we could always go buy some more shoes tomorrow. Ah -- the bliss of her ignorance. We did have a spare pair, but we don't have the budget for another pair of shoes to be bought this month.
We went on to church - my child and her sweetness and me and my bad attitude. After helping with her age group in choir, I opted out of the women's Bible study and instead went to my car to CHILL OUT! I was just in need of an hour of solitude. I used it to write a pretty decent short story (if I do say so myself) and I also took a moment to shift some items around in the car. And guess what I found --- the tennis shoes!! Right where I put them this afternoon.
From then on, the evening picked up, my attitude returned to somewhere in the realm of normal and here I sit now, happily reliving the day - grateful it turned out so well after all.
I hope you had a great Wednesday, and even if you didn't, I hope you know that tomorrow is coming soon and the chance to have a better day is always twenty-four hours away.
Living Happily In the Moment,
Beverly
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