It was an extremely frustrating night last night.
Abby was up and down until about 4am throwing up and needing to go to the bathroom. Anyone who has ever slept in :30 minute or 1 hour increments, waking up over and over, knows how draining it is.
We had finally fallen asleep, and our dear 80 year old neighbor (the best neighbor you could ever ask for) came pounding on the front door about 8am. For a frail fella, he can knock LOUD. I get up, half awake, and answer the door to find that Mr. Johnny couldn't get his new-fangled flat screen TV "to go over to channel 5".
So I told him I would be over to help him later, and returned to bed for a few minutes of desperate sleep. About 60 seconds after I fall asleep, one of our teenage boys bangs on our bedroom door, and comes walking on in!
"Get... out... of... here!", I grumble knowing full well that HE knows full well he's not to simply come prancing in our bedroom when we are in bed - not to mention the fact my mood was already plummeting faster than Britney Spears reputation.
So I stumble out of bed, and go to the bathroom. No sooner than I had sat down, and someone is banging on the front door again and I'm sure this time that they are going to wake up the kids and Michelle - probably one of my teenager's friends on the way to school.
Our bathroom window gives view to the front door, so I peaked out the window. It was Mr. Johnny on a return visit. What was it this time? His refrigerator door leaking ice and water out the front again? Johnny knocks a second time, even louder. Then a third... fourth and fifth pounding, with increasing conviction each time. Giving up on the door, Mr. Johnny turns and I figured he was giving up. Wrong. He goes over to the front living room window and begins rapping on the glass!
Everyone else, including Abby, is still sound asleep, so I launch from my perch, and get to the front door as quick as one can "get" from that porcelain position. I answered the door to find out (you know where this is going, don't you?)... Mr. Johnny got Channel Five finally and didn't need my help.
So Mr. Johnny got his TV tuned in; our son got his ride to school and I was left searching in vain for a bottle of Grandpa's old cough medicine. (not really, I was just trying to be funny... about the ride to school.)
It was SO aggravating that it finally disintegrated into "funny". Have you ever had a situation that was so outrageously annoying, interuptive, chaotic or frustrating that you ended up only being able to laugh about it?
Leave us a comment with your s0-aggravating-you-can-only-laugh-about-it story. I need a good chuckle right now after the day I had...
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What a day...I have insomnia and so I do truly know how little sleep feels like. Hopefully tonight WILL be better for sanity's sake. Well, since you want something funny...I turned off my light this week and walked straight into a wall. Depth perception was off just a wee bit! I laughed at myself too.
Praying for Miss Abby! Hang in there guys!
~Elyse~
Earlier this week I had got home later in the afternoon than I had intended from the BUSY grocery store. I started dinner on the stove and set up my toddler with a sippy cup and some toys in the floor. Then, I went on about unloading the groceries from the car. When I came back in, I didn't notice that my son had figured out how to unscrew the lid of his sippy cup. So, he had poured the juice out on the floor. I slipped and fell, dropping a few bags of groceries. One of those bags had a gallon milk that busted. Another bag had the eggs and bread (what kind of luck did I HAVE?!). Everything was ruined. I didn't think my moment could get much worse until I smelled something burning and saw food boiling over my pot on the stove. So, I traipsed through the milk and juice mess to take the pot off of the burner. Then I tried to make it to the paper towel dispenser to start mopping up the liquid that covered my kitchen floor. All the while my son is telling me "messy mommy, no messes." At this point in time, I'm about to cry. Then, the stove starts to smoke and the smoke detector goes off. I tried to rush to the stove to turn off the burner that had sauce burned onto it (I forgot it the first go round). I got that done and tried to wave a towel in front of the smoke detector. In the midst of that, I lost my balance in the splattered liquid and lost the footing on one of my feet. I did the splits right there in my kitchen floor. At this very moment, my husband walked in the door and smiled at me. I was in shock. All I could do was laugh. ... Laugh and dial the phone to order a pizza.
Hope that made you feel better about your morning!!
Praying for Miss Abby in S. Texas!
WOW...Will be praying for you guys that you all get some sleep tonight & that Abby gets feeling better!!
I worked as a lunch lady at an Elementary school and we had a big Father's Day breakfast. I was counting the money from the morning so I could do a deposit, I had $50 something in quarters on a tray on my desk, trying to dump the quarters into the deposit bag on my lap I instead dumped them into the trash! So I grabbed another trash can to put the trash in so I could dig the quarters out of the bottom, instead I threw the quartersin the trash....again. I got the giggles until I was crying!! Still praying for Abby and your family!
On Thanksgiving Day, I had to move from a city of 450,000 to the country...population 5000. Not thrilled with my new location, but grateful to have a roof over my head. I thanked the Lord and decided that I was going to smile and make the best of my circumstances. Besides, living in rural Alabama isn't that bad, right?
I woke up the next morning and walked into the kitchen to find a BIG FREAKING SPIDER on the floor. I kept my cool, smashed him, and went about my business. I opened the front door to find five fat stray cats sitting on the step waiting for their breakfast. I shooed them off, and lo and behold, the bloody head of a mouse was on my doorstep followed by a fabulous pool of mouse guts that was once the mouse's body. Ok, stay calm Kelli. This is the country, they are poor stray cats, and they are showing their appreciation by bringing me a present. That's their nature. Trying not to barf, I stepped over the mouse guts and pretended that it wasn't there. I stepped out to the driveway to get something out of my car, thinking ok God that was really gross but this is the country and I'm going to learn to deal with it and smile.
Then I walked face first into a spider web.
Welcome to the country, Kelli!
God has a sense of humor...I am proof.
Oh Brent, I am sorry that you did not have a peaceful morning...but this story did make me laugh. Poor Johnny doesnt have a clue what is truly going on at your home. God Bless you, you are such a good sport.
Okay, so this is my fourth comment today ... can you tell who's laying heavy on my mind tonight???
So here goes my so-aggravating-you can-only-laugh-about-it story:
It was after our firstborn's summer birthday bash. My husband was away on business, so I was not-so-sound asleep, anyway. I actually felt something gently touch my nose, and I could tell something was in my face staring at me. Thinking it was one of my kiddos, I was quick to open my eyes. Much to my surprise, it was a deflating latex balloon from the party a few days back! My confused state whacked it across the room, and back to sleep I went. In no time, that creepy feeling came back, and, yes, that darn balloon returned to the same spot ... deflated right at my eye level! My freaked out self then got up out of bed, pushed it down the hallway, and shoved it off the balcony (brutal, I know). But, guess what?! A while later, I felt something in front of my face. Again. This time I knew it HAD to be one of my kiddos. My becoming extremely paranoid self awoke to, you guessed it, the balloon from ... heck! The sun was starting to rise at this point, and I was completely freaked out. What was going on??? No one is going to believe this, I thought ... I still have a hard time with it! But, how can you tell this experience without a chuckle?! Oh, what happened to the balloon? I decided to introduce it to my sewing kit, located inside our master bath. It got into a fight with the scissors... ;-)
Going to call it a day now, but know you all remain in my prayers.
Michelle in Cincinnat
micheller@cinci.rr.com
I think Heather aka Jake's Mommy wins the prize! Could be a sitcom. LOL
Well, actually, it's probably takes second place to the "lovely" mental image I now have of Brent. His image is forever changed. LOL
My daughter is 4 years off treatment in March and I still can wake up at 3 a.m. to give her a divided dose of methotrexate...sometimes in a panic thinking I forgot to give it to her...funny? not so sure....but so good to have it behind us.
Prayers from CA-
Ugh, I know the feeling. When you are so tired that you fall asleep before you even get back into bed?
I'm praying for Abby and your family during this very difficult time for you. May God's sweet peace fill you constantly.
So here's me... Wednesday evening I get the urge to vacuum out my Yukon. After extracting every crumb, fallen french fry and Sonic mint and straw wrappers (evidence of my addiction), that have all fallen either under the seats or in the very hard to reach places between the seat and console... ugh. Anyway, back to the amusing part... I made the mistake of opening my center console. Now here's the thing, I'm a very organized girl, I like order. You wouldn't know it by looking in my console. So I decide that the time has come to free the console of chaos. I take everything out and put it in a basket (ok, ok, it filled half of a Rubbermaid tote, the big one... seriously). Vacuum out the console and proceed to take the bin into the house to sort through.
Fast forward to yesterday. As I leave my acupuncture appt, my dash starts screaming at me. Check tire pressure, check tire pressure now, girl. I find the nearest Discount Tire (one on every corner, thankfully!), and find a nice guy Jim that is so helpful. Jim tells me that there is a screw in my tire and that it's not fixable. Great. They don't carry my tires, they are special order so he'll just put my spare on. Jim: "I suppose that you have wheel locks on those fancy wheels you have." Me: "Absolutely, let me just get it out of my center console for... OH NO..." Seriously, I had just taken the key out of my console the night before. The first time I cleaned out my console in (well, I won't tell you). Ugh. 20 miles from home, husband forgot phone that morning, have to pick up the kids from my parents, can't put the spare on. What am I going to do?
A series of steps got us home safely, but it was so bad that there was nothing I could do but laugh. Today. After they fixed my tire.
And to top it off, my husband was going to meet a guy to buy a car today. He gets a call that the guy can't meet. He got a DUI last night and the car was impounded. What is up?
Sorry for the VERY long comment, hope you can laugh about it too!
Angie
Poor Johnny!! Well it sounds like it worked it out himself. Too cute!
Stop by and visit soon. I am looking for recipes for my digital recipe book, so if you or Michelle would like to participate, please stop by my blog.
thanks, Kathy :)
XXOO for Abi
Sorry to laugh at your horrible day. UGH!
I actually had a bad, bad day a while ago and did a blog post about it.
here is what i wrote and turned into a contest. LOL
What Not To Do When You Are Trying To Portray Yourself As A Good Mom
1. Do not stay up super, super late with your husband, even though it sounds like a good idea at the time, drinking wine and laughing until you realize that, OMG!, it's 3am and you need to be up in less than 3 hours to get the kids ready for school.
2. Do not wake up, get the older kids off to school and then lay down on the couch, telling yourself that you'll just take a "little nap" and then wake up for the 7 yr old in an hour.
3. Do not actually hear the alarm going off and tell yourself, just 5 more minutes, knowing full well that you are so tired that five minutes will turn into another hour.
4. Do not startle awake, look at the clock, realize it's less than 2 minutes until the 7 yr old's bus will arrive, realize he and babies are still sleeping, so you just go back.to.sleep
5. Do not wake up at...11AM on a school day and have the nerve to be upset that your toddler's diaper has exploded those disgusting beady bally sticky things all over the inside of his pajamas
6. Do not curse your husband all day long because you did this to yourself and now you not only have two toddlers to contend with, but a 7 yr old because you chose not to drive him into school late
7. Do not be surprised when said toddlers do not want to take a nap until 2pm because they slept the morning away
8. Do not stay in your pajamas all day long because you are too tired and lazy today to change or even brush your hair.
9. Do not drink 5 cups of coffee within a three hour period. It will make answering emails nearly impossible and land you in the bathroom for the next 3 hours
10. Finally, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, do this again tomorrow....
Oh goodness, thanks for the chuckle..:) I just wanted to pop in and check on little Abby. Prayers are going out for her today!!
You have no idea how much God keeps Abby in my thoughts. I keep sending up SOS prayers for this precious child.
I am so sorry about your night. And yes, your poor little neighbor was clueless of your need for sleep. I'm glad he figured out his TV. Ha. Bless him Lord.
I pray this will be a much better day.
Beth
Dear Brent,
Oh how I can relate to the every hour wake up call! We had 4 kids in 5 years. I spent many, many nights being woke up SEVERAL times throughout the night.
It is during one of those nights that I experienced just the type of "laughable" situation you are talking about.
I had already been woke up 2 or 3 times. I fell back to sleep when I heard something in our room. I thought it was the cat. I wanted to get it out before it woke my husband up. I jumped out of bed to grab the cat, frustrated that it was a cat that was waking me up. It jumped under the bed, so I was on my hands and knees trying to find the cat, only to have my heart stop as the gerbil that had escaped from its cage 2 days earlier popped out and ran past me. The cat proceeded to run next. After retaining my composure (from near heart failure), I ran after the cat and gerbil. They ran behind the door, I opened it to grab it, trying to be quiet, pounced on the gerbil.... only for it to get away from me. The cat flew after it, behind the chair. I crawled on my hands and knees trying to find them. Again, they ran. Into my closet. I cornered the gerbil (who was terrified at this point) and finally grabbed it. I put it back in the cage and placed the cat outside our bedroom. My heart still racing, I crawled back into bed, hoping to get some sleep. I drifted off to sleep only to wake up to the biggest thud I had ever heart. I jumped out of bed, this I was sure that my heart had stopped (or at least was in my throat... pounding!!). I ran, hard... not thinking I needed to watch where I was going. I ran smack into the door. A little dazed at this point, but still unsure of what on earth caused the thud, I began hunting for that darn cat (assuming that it had caused the noise). I found my way into my boys room and discovered that my son was laying smack on the floor. THe thud I heard was him falling out of bed. Still asleep, I managed to drag him back into the bed, give him a kiss, and head back to my room ..... hoping that I might fall asleep. Someday, I might get a chance to sleep as soundly as he does!
Hope you enjoyed my "frustrating moments"... I think I fell asleep chuckling.
My mother, who passed away in Feb 2007, lived with my family for most of the last five years of her life. The last year of her life, she suffered from sudden onset dementia and had some really difficult days - which made for difficult days for us, as well. We had to be very careful about what we watched on TV because whatever was on would become her reality.
One day in particular she was quite agitated and believed someone had taken her car. My mother had not driven nor had she owned a car for many years, but she completely believed that she had a car that she had parked outside our home when she arrived.
She had each of us, throughout the day, go outside to check to see if her car was out there. We went through this many times throughout the day.
My daughter, Elizabeth and her family came to visit that same afternoon. Her daughter, Addy, wanted to watch her favorite movie - Wizard of Oz, so we put in the video and the entire movie played for her enjoyment.
When the movie was over we discovered that mom had not forgotten about her car because as the kids got ready to leave, she asked that as they drove home would they look for her car on the way. She said, "Would you go by the house of that man that makes fun of Toto to see if her was the one who had taken her car!
That topped off the entire day - the many trips outside to look for her car and her agitation. We all broke into hysterical laughter and she joined in, as well. Of course she didn't realize what we were laughing at, but it certainly broke the tension and calmed her agitation.
I'm so thankful to have had those last months with my mom and we had a lot of tears, but also a lot of laughter! I will treasure those memories forever!
Oh man, I am so sorry for your morning! I know that terrible, can't get a minute's sleep without someone barging it feeling. But I was so happy to read that you maintained your composure with your old neighbor fella. I think I would have lost my composure there, and I'm so happy to hear you maintained some grace despite. You have a servant's heart.
Erin
Ah, I'm so sorry to hear of your rough night. But I've gotta give you credit. If that Johnny knocked on my door, I would snap.
None of my stories are as good as yours, but one night was quite interesting in my household:
At the time, I was probably about 10, and suffer from insomnia. The only way I can get to sleep usually is with Melatonin or a sleep aid. That night, I forgot to take it, and if I don't, I can't fall asleep for a good 2-4 hours. Anyways, I finally got to sleep at around 1AM. But a half hour later, I hear something so strange, almost like an explosion outside my window. Keep in mind, we live in MA, surrounded by empty houses that are all for sale. I run down to my parents room to find my oldest sister in there already. The explosion noise happens again, and we still don't know what it is. We call the police. Fast forward to an hour later, when we look out our back window and see HUGE commercial fireworks (in the middle of August no less)
Anyways, the police come and stop the madness. I crawl back in bed, and peek into my other sister's room to see her fast asleep. She slept through commercial fireworks 100 feet away from her window. Anyways, since I didn't take my sleep aid, I have to start all over again, and don't fall asleep until 3 or 4.
Definitely not as stressful as your night, but hope you had a chuckle. Abby, you, and your family will always be in my prayers and constant thoughts. Hope you get a better night's sleep!
well i didnt have a day like this, i had a week. 3 weeks ago....my week started out by my boyfriend having the stomach flu and so i didnt get to see him, definitely not a big deal but i felt bad for him. then the next day my dad came to pick me up from school and told me that my closest uncle had a heart attack and his blood pressure was twice what it was supposed to be....so i went home crying. then the next day i found out that a couple that was close to me was very close to splitting up(they are married and thankfully they worked things out)...then finally friday came and i went to a hockey game with my boyfriend then but i could tell something wasnt right. that night i called him and he broke up with me. But through it all i realized what was really important, friends and the people who are always there for u. i was SO frustrated that week and wondered again and again why God would allow these things to happen and all in one week. Somehow i found God in all of it and I didnt let it take me down any further. Ive learned this year that God has a plan for us...Jeramiah 29:11 is my FAVORITE verse....
I will continue to pray for Abby and your family....God Bless....
Oh Brent, that really is some story! Sorry for your frustration! I've had one of those mornings today as well. I have several manuscripts in progress. As usual, the really fun ones I'm on a roll, but the others I'm dangerously close to a deadline, so I'm very carefully balancing. I'm parked on the sofa and writing away but the comptuer makes a funny blip, and I see the cat take off--with my FLASH DRIVE!! (The one that holds all of my manuscripts!) As I begin to dash away to find where the cat has taken my flash drive, my toddler walks in, tangled in her underwear--she's trying to get her underwear on but all three holes look the same and they're upside down, inside out, backwards and stuck. "Mom, help please?" I hear. Trying to put the flash drive out of mind for a minute, I untangle my daughter and she runs off to get dressed and I chase the infernal cat. Just as I sit down, reopen and recover my file, my little girl is here by my side again "mom--my jacket please? I'm cold!" she can't reach her jacket on the hanger, and she's elected to wear a t-shirt on a 34 degree day.
I think perhaps I'll grab my computer and my flash drive and the kids and we'll go to Dennys, where mom can write in peace, there's no cat, and all kids are clean, warm, fed, and fully dressed.
LOL!! Did you say the word Chaotic?????? Sounds like our house everyday!!! LOL If you don't laugh you will scream-ahhhhhhhhh!!!! LOL Hope you get some rest!!!!! Thanks for sharing!!!That was great!!
Two years ago, I was in the hospital for 2 weeks during the Christmas and New Year Holiday, with multiple and rare conditions. I had had chest surgery, was completely bed ridden, and had a long recovery ahead of me. I had a picture of my son, our first child, who I was still waiting to adopt from China, by my bed. I was on a very restricted diet and getting insulin shots 3 times a day. To try to have a somewhat special New Year's eve, my sweet husband bought me some crackers and sparkling grape juice to celebrate. While watching one of our favorite movies, I bit into a cracker (an ordinary saltine type cracker) and cracked a tooth on it! My husband, who's laptop hard drive had crashed in the middle of trying to work some at the hospital that day, and I just had to laugh. We did take a moment to remind ourselves what we did have and we thanked God for it. Then we asked Him if that could please be the last thing :)
I DO know how you feel about the sleep. Especially after adopting Emma Jane...night terrors...your life has to go on for your other children during the day etc. Very tough for your family I am sure. You ALL need your sleep. I am thankful you have found some humor in it but I am praying for some peace and quiet. Maybe leave a sign on the door???
I was staying at my cousins house while they were out of town. In the middle of the night I heard the cat meowing and went to see what the problem was(in the dark, didn't turn a light on). I was walking toward the hallway and saw movement down by my feet and assumed it was the cat. I looked up to continue walking and saw someone standing right in front of me. Knowing that I was the only one in the house, I freaked out and screamed bloody murder. Next thing I know, I bumped into the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Yes, it was me staring at me in the mirror. I had forgotten that I had closed the door before I went to bed. After I recovered from the sheer terror, I laughed my head off.
Omg that's to funny.
i remember one Christmas Eve we had my husband Grandma staying with us. All three of our kids they were maybe ages one,three, and five if that.
My husband was a fire fighter and had been working long shifts and I was just trying to care for the kids bast I could and Gram. When he was away.
Last shift fell on Christmas Eve. All the kids had had the flu and between both ends. I was exhausted thinking man I really need sleep. I was also thinking one hour is better then nothing. I finally got Gram settled then headed in to get the Kids all straight. Turned on the tree and some soft holiday music. As the kids settled in.
I look over and I am not kidding this little itty bitty mouse scammers by. I was like OMG!I jumped grabbed the kids up and they are all going* Mommy a mouse!* As you can imagine screams and giggles.
I am thinking oh my gosh. Living in a farm house not uncommon but why right now God!!
I finally get things under control and with the noise. Gram is up and wondering. I was thinking I'm in for a really long night.
She tells me.*Just go about your business Deary!*
I am thinking to myself... My business is to be sleeping right this second.
So Gram is heading for the potty.
I'm tucking the kids all in. When I hear the loudest thud ever. I was was think * Okay now what and then some.
Gram opens the door a can a Lysol in one hand and a rather large mouse by the tail,in the other. Smiles and says: * Guess that took care of him!*
She had squirted it first then whacked that poor mouse over the head with the can.
Guess that was her way of taking care of business:)
We both laughed till we cried.
Her and I never did go back to bed that night. But its one of the fondest memories of her that I have.
Every time I see a can of Lysol to it brings back memories of that Christmas Eve spent with three little kids in red footed sleepers and our sweet Gram.
Still praying for all of you.
Hey,
i'm new to your site, but just had to leave my "you gotta laugh" story. My husband and our 5 kids went to a lake house with our friends who have 7 kids. Great times were had by all until the stomach virus of all stomach viruses hit my family. All of us. Night time was the worst. I remember desperately needing to puke, but I couldn't because my husband was already hurling in the bathroom. While I'm trying to hold it in, two of my kids start puking at the same time, so I grabbed two pans and sat there catching vomit while trying to hold my own in. My husband remembers going downstairs when he heard our daughter throw up. He made it down the dark stairs and almost to her bed when he sliiiiid across the floor on you guessed it!
As he cleaned up our daughter, he noticed that her projectiles had reached the hair of our friends' daughter. He tried to clean it up without waking up the unsuspecting victim. Our kids still groan every time we mention going to the lake again!!
The amazing thing is that these people are still our friends! God's grace shown through others is truly amazing!
Mark and Dawn
PS We are praying for your precious Abby.
WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER KIDS IN THE HOUSE WHILE THIS IS ALL GOING ON. DO THEY NOT GO TO SCHOOL? ANYHOW I HAVE HAD MANY MOMENTS LIKE THIS AND IT IS VERY AWFUL AND I JUST HAVE TO LAUGH IT OFF AT TIMES AS WELL.
RENEE
Brent and Michelle,I am praying for God's perfect and peaceful rest for all of you. Abby is constantly on my heart and mind.
It breaks my heart to see her in so much pain and agony from the chemo.
She is such a precious angel.
God Bless you all,
Ellen GA
Our dryer had been broken for awhile and my husband decided to try to fix it, and as he did he shorted it out with a bang! So there goes the dryer. The next night my son had gone to the bathroom before going to bed and had a history of running, so as I sat on it giving my daughter a bath I didn't think anything of it until I felt my socks getting wet. It was overrunning, not from the top, but the bottom. Then the next day as my husband leaves for a job interview, our car was making noises. At this point, you just had to laugh. When it rains it pours!
Remember: keep your sense of humor..it's critical! I am praying for your sweet, precious baby girl.
Just checking to see how Abby is today and what the Dr. said, hope things are better for her now. Still praying for all of you, especiaally Little Abby" I pray she gets some much needed rest...A Granny who loves all children
Fist things first...I am SO sorry to hear of the rough nite you had! It certainly seemed like one annoying thing after another. From broken TV's, etc. Didn't you just want to say at that point that there are more important things to worry about?! I can honestly say I know how you feel (but that's a whole other story). I pray that you were able to finally get some sleep. :)
Gosh...where to start?! I feel like my whole life is one of those "annoying-turned-into-funny" stories. But one in particular was our wedding planning. We got engaged in Dec, 2006 and had an 18 month engagement (got married June 14, 2008). I figured having a long engagement would allow us to save and for things to go more smoothly...I was WRONG. My wedding dress was ordered wrong...TWICE! I had ordered/put 1/2 down on this beautiful dress from a wedding dress boutique (you think they'd be used to ordering wedding dresses). So, they called me when the dress arrived the 1st time. They brought it out and it was the wrong dress (and it had my name on the box)! So, they re-ordered the dress. They had to put a rush on it since it was the wrong dress and wasn't my fault and my wedding was about 4 months away. 6 weeks later, that dress came in, so I went in again and it was the WRONG dress...again! I couldn't believe it. I guess it's the truth when they say 3rd time's a charm! Then...our honeymoon was cancelled 3 times (due to airline strikes...you remember those this past spring, right?!)! We planned our trip to Costa Rica about 9 months before the wedding. So 2 weeks before our wedding/honeymoon...we went from going to Costa Rica, to changing flights, to the entire trip to Costa Rica being cancelled (1 week before our wedding) to finally ending up in settling on going to Mexico (we left for Mexico 2 days after our wedding)! The rest of the wedding day went off without a hitch (pretty much) and our honeymoon to Mexico was great! But during the planning phase, it was to the point where I was so annoyed I was just rolling my eyes and laughing about it! Thankfully, I'm only getting married ONCE, so I was able to put it all behind me! :)
I reached a time that I either was going to learn to laugh at my life or I was going to lose my mind! The day that I smelled gasoline, went outside to find that my two lovely preschoolers were "washing" the garage floor, with a broom, and a concoction of gasoline, motor oil, and car washing fluid, that they had confiscated off the high shelf in the garage... I think you know the circumstances I am in with being a single mom of 6... so yeah. I get it. It's laugh or cry. It's laugh or die of frustration. Glad you are choosing laughter... I am glad you are sharing your journey with us. I was just writing in my journal this morning, that this life I am living is God's story. He's writing it. I ask for the grace to be open and honest and share it as he directs. And HE will bring whoever needs to read it. So glad we can walk this out together... have a good day. praying for you all.
hey, i've been stalking you for awhile, but i have a similar story that involves my daughter and i just had to share.
Emma has a genetic condition that, amoung other things, makes her really small and have a LOT of hair for being only 2 months old. She also has a feeding tube that isn't converted into a mic-key button yet, so she has a peg tube hanging out of her at all times.
We were at the children's museum (so everyone there is a parent, right?!?!?) and I had Emma in a sling on my chest facing out.
This guy walks up to me with this "i'm going to catch you doing something stupid and call you out on it" look on his face and we have this conversation:
Him: "Is that a REAL baby?"
Me: (proud and smiling because i love that people think she's so cute and little she's a doll) "yes, this is my Emma."
Him: (one eyebrow raised in skeptism) "Then what's the cord for?"
I'm too chicken to be rude to people who deserve it, but head on over to our blog to find a post where I invited my friends to comment on what I "should" have said ... in Christ's love, of course! :)
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