I have a daily calendar that sits on my desk... and I look forward to the pithy humor that greets me each morning. One of my favorite is "There are days when it takes all you've got just to keep up with the losers." I just lived that weekend and I have finally seen the impossible... a Monday where I was excited to be going back to work! So what happened? What didn't. Yes I'm exagerating but it was a weekend for the record.
Friday the Saturn starts making this horrible sound and as I drive to the Naval Hospital the noise keeps getting louder and louder. I promptly started praying that the car doesn't break at the bottom of the tunnel... a prayer I would be repeating an hour later as I tried to get home through the downtown tunnel at rush hour. As I'm driving home someone's car throws a rock and chips the windshield. When I finally get home I discover one of the cats was quite sick from the shots they had gotten that morning and was laying limp on the chair. Saturday the cat is still sick, the car is at the mechanic the sink in the bathroom isn't draining and at 0115 the smoke alarms start going off from low battery. Unfortunately the guilty detector is on the cathedral ceiling in my room and even with my ladder, I can't reach it. Praise the Lord the alarms finally fall silent. I wake up Sunday to find the sick cat puking in my bedroom at 1145 (apparently the second time... I found the other spot an hour later... with my barefoot). At first I'm upset at the cat and then upset at myself for oversleeping and missing church. I tried to regroup and get the house cleaned up only for the kitchen sink to back up seafood nastiness at 11:00pm. So after dumping a ton of Drano down the sink, the clog cleared and I called my wonderful husband... and we promptly had a fight.
Looking back, I can't help but laugh at the insanity. How reassuring it is to know that no matter how crazy life gets, I am never alone.
When I consider your heavens, the works of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you have ordained; what is man that you take thought of him and the son of man that you care of him? Psalm 8:3-5
Park City Utah
2 years ago
2 comments:
Hey Jen...I am so glad to see you are doing well. I happened to stumble across your blog while reading Abby's blog. I just thought I would say hello and I will keep you and your husband in my prayers.
Oh, those days are never fun...I've had a few of them over the last couple of weeks. At least you can laugh about them later :)
-Abby
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