Today was one of those days when you just can't wait for it to end. And as you are in the midst of it you think to yourself, someday this is going to be funny, but not today. It started with a horrible night of sleep in which my baby who usually sleeps through the night woke up twice and my "close sleeper" decided to get in bed with me. So when I wasn't dealing with the baby, I was trying to push a forty pound log over to the other side of my bed. However, he eventually made it back to my side about every thirty minutes. Then at some point I turned off my alarm clock and overslept, which would not have been a big deal because usually I have nowhere to go, but today I had an appointment with the housing office to schedule our upcoming move. So when I woke up I jumped into the shower, forgetting to take the phone with me into the bathroom, as I usually do (just in case dh calls). And of course, he called. So I am jumping across my bed to get the phone wrapped in a towel drenched and soapy. That conversation did not go well, as I was already upset about something else and my poor husband was trying to make it better and I didn't want it to be made better. I wanted someone to join my "woe is me" party and he, the Knight in Shining Armor, wanted to solve my problem. So of course I did the only thing possible and totally over reacted and then he felt bad, but of course it wasn't his fault at all. So, I get off the phone feeling sorry for myself, and feeling bad that we didn't have a start your day off nice conversation because I was so self absorbed!

Jump ahead to my appointment. Anyone reading this, who has had any experience in dealing with the government, already knows how the rest of my day went. Once I arrive, I find out that the computer systems are down, and no one seems to be answering the phone at the help desk, so I am stuck. The moving coordinator and I are chatting about our babies (they are about a month apart), and I ask a moving question which leads to another question, in which eventually (after about 2 hours of phone calls and me walking from office to office)  I find out that I cannot process the move because my husband has to complete paperwork, that can only be completed when he returns! And when he returns we are supposed to move!

This of course, throws my entire plan for moving out the window. I spend the whole day emailing my dh, waiting for him to call me, and talking to people who know about this kind of thing only to find out that we can't do anything until he returns.

Frustrating!

Thankfully, tonight is our night where someone from the church brings us dinner, so at least I didn't have to worry about that. After dinner I was determined to put this all behind me and took the kids outside to ride bikes and play with the neighbors. This was going along well until my four year old, who I will call Evel Kenevel for the purpose of this story rides his little bike up a big hill by our house. Then he starts riding down, he has done this before, but he has never started so high up on the hill. So, as if in slow motion, I see him coming down the hill, totally out of control and unable to make the turn onto our street. Instead he hits the curb, flies through the grass, hits a row of shrubs, he and the bike are now in a mid air flip at which point he loses his grip on the bike and does another flip and disappears into the bushes. I was already up and running towards him by the time he hit the shrubs. I am thinking to myself...please no broken bones, please no missing teeth. Well, by the time I reach him he is screaming, which I immediately decide is a good sign. I pick him up and start running back to the house so I can check him out. The only thing I can see is that he is covered, on one side, from head to toe in mulch and dirt. We get to the house and I realize that he is pretty fortunate because he doesn't appear to be injured at all, just scared and very dirty. Since he isn't hurt, I run in the house to get my camera to take a picture for dad. At this point, my mom, who is visiting, is thinking that I have lost my mind completely. But I figured it was kind of cool how dirty he was and that maybe dad would want to see it too. But, my plan was foiled by Evel Kenevel who told me that dad would surely not want to see him in this condition and then refused to stand still for a picture. After we got all the dirt off of him, I did see a nice scratch under his eye and he has a bit of a shiner. It didn't seem to bother him much, as he was back on the bike in a few minutes.

The rest of the evening went pretty smooth with the biggest disaster happening to my neighbor, but I won't mention it here, because I wouldn't want to embarrass her. But lets just say it involved a three year old, poop, and a playground swing. The night ended well with the children playing until the sun went down. They came in sweaty and tired, had baths and went to bed. I made some salsa and got a handful of mini donuts (don't they just make everything better :) and decided to blog about this day before it became a distant memory.

My husband sent me this verse tonight so I will share.

Matt 14:30-31

But when he saw the wind, he was afraid, and beginning to sink he cried out, "Lord, save me." Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, "O you of little faith, why did you doubt?"

The problems I faced today might seem overwhelming to me but they are like a grain of sand to God. I need to keep my eyes on him and he will direct my paths. My hope is not in man but in Him, and it is with that understanding that I will sleep well tonight.

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In his heart a man plans his course, 
but the LORD determines his steps.