Thursday, December 18, 2008

How to Live a Day and a Half in the Span of a Morning....

Tuesday was a testament to how crazy I become without getting my internet fix.

That's the only explanation I can come up with to explain the events that took place that fateful morning.

After my pitiful post, I began the morning routine of getting myself ready for work and trying to encourage our girl to "move it, move it". Because it is unseasonably warm right now, I chose a short sleeved dress for her wearing pleasure.

She didn't want to wear that dress.

Because of the fabulous fit she threw she lost the privilege of making the choice herself. We moved on to socks.

Couldn't find any.

The dryer keeps cutting off and I suspect it has a backlog of lint that needs to be dealt with. Hubby hasn't gotten to that yet. Laundry is piling up. Finally found a pair of socks for her and BONUS! --they matched her outfit.

But alas, the socks were the straw that broke the camel's back and I was on the verge of tears. I was running late and everything seemed to be working against me. My hysterics were escalating as I looked at the clock and hubby's technique to calm me down wasn't working.

I just felt completely overwhelmed.

Worse, in an effort to hurry up my girl a little more, I urged her to run through the house and out the door to the car. In her effort to navigate the hall, dodging dirty clothes piles, she hit her hand on the door frame.

I can honestly tell you that it hurt me more than it hurt her.

I grabbed her up and held her close as I carried her to the car, apologizing profusely and realizing that my effort to control my world and frustration with my failure in doing so was hurting my family.

But wait. There's more. Unbelievable, I know.

I'm still frantic because I'm running late to get my girl to school and meet my first appointment of the day. As I'm driving down the street that parallels my girl's school, I glance across the parking lot and see that the carport area where parents drop off children is blessedly empty. Thank goodness for small favors. However, by the time I round the corner to pull in, there are no less than 4 cars in line.

I was too surprised to cuss, but it would have been so appropriate at this point.

I pull into the parking lot beside the school and think it will be faster to walk her to class myself rather than sit in line (which moves quickly, but...), I look at the line and the teachers efficiently pulling children from cars and decide that the line would be faster after all. But now, I have to wait for someone to let me cut in front of them to get in line myself. So, because my brain has stopped functioning at this point, I changed my mind (again) and decided to park after all. I put the car in reverse looking at my side mirror and seeing nothing, I begin rolling backwards.

BAM!

Yes I did. I backed into someone.

I got out and beheld one of God's greatest gift to my morning. Hope.

Actually, that's her name.

And--she's one of my clients. Which could have been a terrible thing, considering that I was so embarrassed and at my wit's end that I wanted to crawl under my car and have someone just drive over me at that point and put me out of my misery, but I digress...

Hope and I looked at our bumpers (which were blemish free) and she hugged me laughing about how she was on the phone and her horn wouldn't work. All the time joking with another parent who had witnessed the whole thing. Then she said she needed an appointment for a hair cut.

Finally, (!) I got my girl to school (leaving her escort to her class to the professionals).

I pulled into a parking lot and shed a few tears and prayed thanking God for keeping me safe when I go nuts and asking for the grace it takes to be me.

Later, I found out that the car I thought I would get, fell through when the seller changed his mind about selling it.

Can I just tell you that this was a day I'd just as soon not repeat?

The end. Thank God.

2 comments:

Beadyjan said...

Aww what a horrid day.
*hugs*
At least things can only get better.

The Bush Family said...

I've been there...days like that are few and far between...THANK GOD!! :)