God Stop Friday

Well, can we just all scream "THANK GOODNESS ITS FRIDAY!!!!!" Considering yesterday when I woke up, I thought for the first 10 minutes of the day that it was Friday. The day went downhill from that.

I had to leave work yesterday because it was so stinkin cold in the church. Have you ever heard of such??? Honestly, I was begging for a coat somewhere or a heater or anything. I was dying.
So....what do you do?? You leave. I'm sorry. I couldn't take it anymore. Please don't fire me. We just need to talk AC issues.

Well, I came home and decided to wash my hair. Don't ask. It was still in a baseball hat from my run that morning. So...I fixed up my hair and laid down on the bed and fell asleep. Ahhhhhhh.

I woke up in a hurry and quickly dried my hair and headed out to get the boys from school. At this point in the day it went U-G-L-Y fast. And, when I say ugly....it was not my hair...it was all my attitude. Y'all the wicked witch of the west was reborn.

My oldest son is in middle school and all week long I have been picking him up in the front of the school instead of going through carpool. It's a little quicker this way. It's not following rules. Nope, it's not. That would be mistake #1. Anyway....I get the other two boys and then we head to the high school side of the school and sit in the parking lot and wait for boy 1 to head on out. My blood is beginning to boil at this point. There was no Boy 1 anywhere. School has been out 15 minutes now. "HELLO??? Where are you boy 1?? Momma ain't happy."

Our afternoon had to be like clockwork yesterday. We have a tight afternoon beginning with the orthodontist at 3:30. At 3:05 I realize that boy 1 is nowhere to be found. I'm boiling mad. Boy 2 goes inside to find him. He's nowhere. He gets back in the car. We act like crazy people pulling out of Christian school parking lot and whip around to the back of the school where middle school parking and pickup is. You don't want to know what is coming out of mouth at this point. I'm MAD. It's now 3:10ish.

Oh, we whip around and I roll down my window while I am trying to avoid getting in the carpool line and yell "Boy 1 we are late, come on!" Well, carpool police woman, lady, teacher, rule follower won't let that happen. She says "Boy 1, you can't cross here. You'll have to wait."

Again, you don't want to know the ugliness that is in my head and the frustration that I have going on at this point. I won't even tell you what I am saying. I think the other 2 children are thinking "She has officially lost it. " Don't worry....there were no cuss words....just a lot of ranting. I just felt like I had to clarify that.

So....we wait and he cheerfully gets in the car and I LET HIM HAVE IT. Oh, y'all. It was terrible. Bless his precious heart. He never knew what hit him. All of them for that matter.
Don't you just hate it when you go down the road of things that have NOTHING to do with what you are worked up about?? Why can't we just leave it after the first 2 minutes?? I went on and on and on for a good 5 minutes.

Well, as I sped back out of the Christian school parking lot, I get behind a 102 yr old man in a truck going negative 5 mph. He is going the exact way to my neighborhood. Now I'm mad at 102 yr old man in a truck. And, I so badly wanted him to know it. U-G-L-Y stuff going on people.

After speeding into my driveway and telling everyone what to do while boy 3 quickly changes for ortho appointment and then baseball practice......I want to lay down on the floor of my car and just cry. I want to sob.

I can't do that. They have just seen their momma lose it. They can't see her fall apart in a mess of tears. They will then get worried and have to call their dad.

I made it to the ortho appointment with boy 3 and my heart literally hurt. If your heart could cry tears, mine did.

I knew that 102 yr old man was God's perfect timing of trying to get my attention and slow me down and say "chill out, Fran. chill out." I didn't though. I ignored Him and got even more mad.
And, I knew, at that moment, that the old man was from God, and I still ignored Him speaking to me.

Well, the story ends with a beautiful apology from me to all my children. We hugged. We even shed a tear. It was definitely a teaching moment between me and my children. It was also a teaching moment between me and my sweet, loving Father. Do you think He rolled His eyes at me? :)

I will go before Him on my knees as soon as I hit the publish key and work with Him on this one.

What do you need to tend to with Him? I pray that you can humble yourself before Him and do the same thing......He loves you so much. He loves us no matter what. But, I think He always has some tending to that He lovingly wants to do within us.

Off to pray.
Hugs and blessings....