Last week was, um a challenge. Oddly enough, it wasn't the three snow days that brought me down. Day 1 brought a much cleaner house. Day 2 was an indoor pool w/ an extra kid and adult. But day 3 definitelty started my personal avalanche.
There is not much worse than a flat tire at 9am when you have 2 dentist appointments for kids at 10:30 which had to be scheduled three months in advance. (Yes our kids dentist is that cool.)
Yet there were many things about this that showed God doesn't give us more than we can handle.
1) It was a snow day, therefore Mr. M was working from home
2) I didn't have any kids with me
3) It was at 9am in Wal-Mart's parking lot, not 10:15 half-way to the appt.
Mr. M came and rescued me and the carseats. I'd return to deal with van later. The kids got to the dentist on time. Not that I looked forward to a screaming tied-down three year old, but the insurance said no pay for the hospital, so I didn't have much choice. (That was part 2 of the day's trauma, and we have to do THAT two more times, ick.)
Mr. M went back and retrieved the spare wheel. He thought the tire was bad, so off I went to Boulevard Tire on SW Boulevard. They reported the tire is fine, and didn't even charge me to look at it, clean it up, and fill it. Score.
So then it was back to put on the tire. And then I went to put air in the tires. They all had about 20 ppi pressure when they were supposed to have 50. I suppose that may have contributed to the flat.
Friday everything seemed to go back to normal...except mr. Si found a screwdriver and took apart the doorknob to the front door. Guess what Dad's evening project was?
Then Saturday broke us. Girl Scout cash out with half our profits still sitting in boxes in our leader's apt and the back of my car. Screaming four year old...into the minute clinic. Doube. Ear. Infection. UGH. And then coming home to find out Mr. M had lost his wallet, and our "living fund" for this week. Double UGH.
Sunday went pretty well. I was Mrs. F in kidz world and got to get flour dumped down the front of my shirt for a laugh. The kidz all came home w/ "crazy bands" to share for their kindness object lesson. We had beans for linner. But I was still broody and broken from the events of the previous few days. I vented to a friend, and she helped us out. I told her, "I'm venting, not begging" and she just smiled. Mr. M found his wallet this morning at the bank.
I feel pretty warm and fuzzy right now, but it certainly stunk to get here.
